I listen to the sirens as they sing me back to sleep. I pray that nobody's seriously hurt, it feels like everything is dying at the pivot point of me but I listen to sirens that tell me things could still be worse. Without you I'm still whole. Departing from the hostiptal, ill news shows on your face too well. Trying to not cough it all, it hurts, all options are exhausted all your numbered days are number small. I miss you now, I loved you and I know things could still be worse. The sun still burns the shadows out but if this were our destiny I'd treasure the fact and I'd give you what's left of me if I held back.