Midwinter

In the bleak winter,

On a dreary night,

I laid on the cold marble floor.

My feet frozen and numb,

My arms crossed over my chest,

My skin ashen,

As my heart beat slower and slower.

I listened to the creaky floorboards,

As you paced,

Up and down,

Up and down

Until the clock chimed midnight.

Sirens wailed,

Blue and red lights flashed.

And you quivered to the ground,

Whimpered beside me,

As you clutched my stiff hand,

And begged for my forgiveness.

Snowflakes fell onto my froze cheeks,

As they carried my corpse out of the house.

You hung your head,

As they handcuffed your hands.

I watched from afar,

Watched from right next to you.

Watched as I was silence,

Watched as I screamed.

Watched as I laid still,

Watched as I waved my hands frantically in front of you. 

But you couldn't see me.

You just didn't see me.

It a deary winter's morn,

I drew my eyes open,

When you kissed my cheeks.

You had your arms wrapped around me.

I could feel the warmth of your body,

Yet I was still cold.

Your leg brushed against mine,

You didn't even flinch.

You didn't feel how cold I was.

I was screaming,

You just couldn't hear me.

I was crying,

But you never saw.

You just didn't see me.

—Blackbird