I Am Cut With You In My Arms

 My music playing softly though only in tone for its lyrics are mentaly violent

I hear a breath catching cry my body goes on alert

but why

My music regains my attention and my bodys rhythm is commanded by it once agian

but again

The cry sounds shattering my comatose state

I rise my bare feet slide across the brick something telling me to produce them haltingly

The cry now the director of my thoughts

I reach she who is the singer of this angry song

Blazing drops of a blue hue seem to tear about shredding their surroundings

Tears fall from them as she continues to cry

My arms move towards her as if in slow motion but something in me begins to scream 

"You remember what happened! He Died! You Were A Coward! Shes Alive No Thanks To You! If You Touch Her Youll Break Her Like All The Memories Youve Shattered Before!"

Without anything other then standing in her presence I am shamed

I realize if I even hold this gem I would tarnish her

Some have called me a fighter, a loyal friend and yet I am helpless to comfort her to keep her flashing eyes from being hammered by tears

She is a fighter she reaches out to no one as all reach toward her

No words does she speak but that commanding cry brings me to my knees as every cut on my body screams

How I wish from this reality I could fly.