Heaven Skyy

I might not have to face today
Although the same was spoken for yesterday.

I will not take a step toward tomorrow-
I will sit and wait.

While the rain purify the air,
I will sit and stare.

While my tears wash my dirty hair,
I will sit and declare-

A lonely life, which is most unfair,
I will sit and prepare,

The eternal nights, into my soul- it glares.
I will sit and compare-

The fallen angels taking flight,
I will sit and try not to be aware

Of neither the minutes nor the seconds that my heart beats;
I watch you go, under the sun’s heat.

I will sit and wait- maybe hours till you return.
I cannot bear the days that I sit and pray,

For the days blacken my soul and darken my eyes.
A pool of tears, I come undone.

I will choose death over the agonizing days—without you.
I will sit and wait,

Till night, then and only then should I meet the angel of death,
For the days are unbearable without you.