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Here, I stand

Over your bed

Hatchet in my hand

So soundly you sleep

While tears roll down my cheeks

So suddenly I could end this

The words you never said

Running through my head

Empty in their threats 

Silently, I stare at you in awe

For you feel nothing 

You fear NOTHING 

If only you were aware 

As I take a step closer

Lower my face towards yours

I silently whisper

Beneath your soundful snores

"I could end you, right now"

But I can't 

For some god awful reason

Bring myself to raise this blade

To swing it with such rage

And release a battle cry

For deep in me, you still lay

Buried in my heart

A piece of my soul

Tearing at me from both ends

I back away, slowly 

Sobbing ever so silently

Turning on my last step

Bolting for the door

Hatchet in my hand

No blood on my fingers

No, not today

For as long as you lay in my heart

I cannot bring to you, your end