She cried when she spoke of the men who love her.
Tears born of an empty love.
And a heart that pained inside a hollow casket.
Will you be home tonight?
Drifting off by my side?
Or will you be in another’s bed?
Silently slipping through the night instead?
Your hands felt so warm atop my chest.
Your eyes like gems, barely open, as you rest.
Marble skin, and a smile that held so much pain.
As you begged me to keep you sane.
An empty night, no shining stars, just full moon’s light
Will you be home tonight?
Drifting off before my eyes?
Or will you be alone?
Under an empty moon’s light?
