When She Comes Again

I should’ve known she was here,

Because I looked at the beautiful sky,

The shining sun, and heard sweet bird songs,

But couldn’t find it in me to smile.

 

I should’ve known she was here,

Because getting out of bed was hard,

As hard as inhaling air underwater, impossible,

And my blanket seemed to be made of lead.

 

I should’ve known she was here,

When the insides of my mind transformed,

Into the vast empty chaos that fills this Universe,

Every word disappearing into a black hole.

 

I should’ve known she was here,

The moment I felt the fieriest rage in me,

The flames of which turned all in my path to ashes,

As I unflinchingly watched the destruction.

 

I should’ve known she was here,

When every single part of me ached,

As if I was bruised and being beaten to death,

And I was completely defenceless.

 

I should’ve known she was here,

When I wanted to cry at everything and nothing,

When I felt like the living dead had escaped her grave,

But I only knew when I saw the red.