Terror

misery

You wake up, I know it's time to go

With a spinning head I lie and watch you smoke

Change the hands on my watch and hold you close

This misery is weightless as stone

We wake up at the same time to her alarm clock. We know what this day will bring, we know what it will mean for both of us.

She got up slowly and got her cigarette pack from the table. She walked to the balcony to smoke. She only smoked when she was either stressed, or sad. I layed on the bed for a while with a spinning head and just watched her smoke. Her beautiful features, her long hair, her long legs.

After she had smoked the whole cigarette she came back and layed next to me. I held her as tight as I could - maybe for the last time like this; I will never know.

All I know is that this misery weights more than a sack of rocks. I've never felt misery like this before, and I don't like it.

This can't be right. This can't happen, I thought but nothing will change this situation. Nothing. Even if I gave all my power, it wouldn't change this.

I still hugged her even tighter, tighter that I had ever hugged her. One lonely tear fell down my face as she held my hands with her trembling ones.

We both knew it's time to go.