Our bed.

How soundly you sleep,

As I sob silently next to you.

How blatantly you ignore,

The shattered pieces of my heart.

How intently you listen,

To people I am not.

How boldly you blame me,

When I open my mouth feel.

How soundly you sleep,

As I die here in our bed.

How you will beg,

As my blood seeps through.

Take the last breath,

Alas, my shock as you can cry for me.

All too late, the blood soaking our bed.