Incompletely complete

How my heart bleeds, not a stitch can sew.

Not a blanket can comfort, not a flower can grow.

Barren my soul where once you did play.

Now only solitude, fields of grey.

Ripped from my chest like a thief in the night.

Stolen my love, blinded from sight.

Crumbling walls, stench of decay.

I stumble each second, each minute, each day.

Plunged into darkness, bound by your chain.

Crimson red waters muddy and stain.

My life takes no meaning, my spirit is torn.

You rake at my flesh, sharp is your thorn.

Still, what is left, I give it to you.

If only you realised, if only you knew.

To late it might be, one day a closed door.

When my spirit departs, my form on the floor.

Do not weep for me then, I loved you till death.

I would love you again, with each and last breath.