Words could never describe,

My everlasting love for you,

Like no other book would define.

The sky immaculate blue,

But now growing grey,

Like a storm coming in full view.

Not even when I pray,

On bended knee,

The storm remains to stay.

Never to be free,

I close my eyes and see your face,

Refusing to get up and flee.

The storm gathers at fast pace,

Suffocating my lungs,

Winds tearing at my lace.

Screams gather on my tongue,

Black it settles,

The bell has finally rung.

Screeching like a done kettle,

Someone save me,

Falling like the last dying petal.