He's Gone...
This was a dream I had awhile back... or maybe a nightmare...
Scream and holdOnto a stomach of coalsHe runs to my sideAnd to my requests, abides.We rush, to the hospital,Through corridors of white,Blood drips between my thighs,Laying down didn't help, not quite.I didn't know I passed out,Not til I woke later that night,I shouted for him, called,He showed with a face like he was ready to fight.Then he found me,and I turned my eyes just enough to see..."He's gone..." he whispered,And...