#mella talks

iron runs on your veins

you are so much stronger than you think you are

iron is the crown that's on your head

wear it with pride

iron is your spine

don't ever let anyone trample on you

iron is the coldness in your eyes

when some crosses a line

iron is the fire in your heart

but the stain on my shirt will never fade

I'm sitting there in the hospital room squeezing your hand

and in your sleep, you squeeze mine back

the beeps on the machine is getting slower and the blood bag next to your bed is being replaced again

your breathing is getting slower

and my sorrow is growing stronger

and you whisper prayers om your sleep

but I dont have a god to believe in

so I don't pray along

and as you take your last breaths

I think of all the wars we fought

all the ones we've one and those we've lost

I think of sunshine and smiles

and blood and bruises

i think of thrilling falls

and laughter

of driving of a cliff

because it was exciting

I think of tears and broken screams

and knives quicker than lightning

and I rage and burn and fight

but it's all over

because your hand is no longer

squeezing mine

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