I could watch the sunset in your eyes.
And watch you die, come see her die.
See the beauty fall from the sky.
As all she knew is slowly cried.
She looks at me with an eternal sigh.
Lifting an arm to my side.
I close my eyes as I deny,
Empathy as it grows inside.
I feel her giving up tonight.
As she disappears before open eye.
And slowly I feel that it is really I.
It is I that gave up life.
Jason Chandler Cushman