[I ache...]

I wrote this for a friend of mine who was standing upon the welcome mat of death...it was a depressing moment for the both of us. London

[ I ache... ]

        I ache...
I ache down to the marrow of my bones.
I have no ikling on how to loose my self from the pain.
Its...just there, screamming to be noticed.
Demanding that I feel...
Implying that I will never be able, to surface from the murky depths of
this pain...

From blood shot eyes,
Tears continue to rain.
Pouring its salt deep into the carvens of the earth...
Choking the life out of nature...
Creating a place for me to mourn you...
A dry, desolate, baren land...

With a broken heart...
And A broken soul...
I look up at the heavens where your soul now rests.
Wait for me there...
Have faith that we'll be together again...
Have faith for the both of us...
For I have lost my faith on the wings of your last breath.

Wait for me Love...
Please...wait for me...