There's not a thing that I could say,
to stop your blue eyes from fading to grey,
and all the blood will rush to my head,
and fall out of my mouth.
Am I invisible now,
to a friend in a hospital gown?
I'll still call your phone to hear your voice.
I learned a lot about death before I grew up,
I watched you begin to fade when I was sixteen.
I swore that I would be okay,
You told me that your biggest fear was waking up each day.
So when I wake up in the morning,
on top of blankets, fully clothed.
I'll tear death's fingers from my throat,
to remind me that I'll never be alone.