The Coma

Through Blurry eyes, I see my surroundings:

A washbasin full of blood...
(I assume is mine)
Marks on the floor...
(Did I fall out of bed?)

Nearly spent candles on the nightstand
Mocked my confusion

I try to remember how long it's been...
My dreams are full of crowded places,
I felt extremly alone.

As my head clears I realize the truth.
The blood wasn't mine, it was yours.
I did not fall out of bed... you knelt beside me.
Candles lit your nightly vigil.

Let me never lay my head to pillow,
Without your love on my mind.
Let slumber only come ,
with your praise on my lips.