I sat upon my windowsill,
And stared out gazingly,
Not quite sure what I was looking at,
But sure that I could see,
I felt my life draining from me,
And felt your touch on my hand,
But you moved away,
In silent horror,
For you did not see,
The pool of blood surrounding me,
You gazed at me,
With your empty eyes,
As though it could not be,
But there I was sitting there so innocent and peacefully,
And yet there I was bleeding there,
So hurt and filled with pain,
And there was nothing you could do,
But run away,
By the time you returned to me I was already gone,
You wept and moaned for me,
But I cannot return,
So now I sit on your windowsill,
And watch your every move,
To ensure you would not choose the same path as me,
So now I’m your guardian angel,
With my wings abroad,
And I know my departure tore you apart,
But I needed to be free,
For I was a danger to your life,
I was poisoning your mind,
And blackening your heart,
Until the point I could not pass,
So I took my life away,
To secure yours,
Maybe you will realize this some day,
And grow to thank me…
Until then I will sit her upon your windowsill,
And watch your every movement,
And secure your own safety.

 
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