No Inspiration....

Laying on the bed curled up again
Everything feels faded and broken
The soul seems to be wilted and dry 
No inspiration on its way this time
The clouds are only colored grey
Tears crash down onto dampness 
Water tickled the skin for seconds 
The salty pinch feels like madness
Yet the body still lies on the bed
Curled up in every possible way 
No comfort comes from these blankets 
So lifeless with nothing to write 
Everything has grown too cold
Her soul is hovering above sighing
It’s not her time yet to be dying
A new day won’t bring new light 
Her soul twists with the pain of loves knife 
With her hand tight over her mouth 
Each night she hides her screams
Her teddy is so worm from hugs and cries 
Without him she would have already died 
Why does her heart love so much
Again the soul twists in agony
She’ll keep crying and loving
Her soul cannot touch her fragile body
One touch could give her light one more time 
Both survive hopelessness by being apart 
Her heart is killing her soul, slowly

But you’ll never hear her cries.