Is It Fair?

As I climb these stairs, I start to wonder.
Why am I thinking of you?
I find myself thinking about life's meaning, since you are gone now.
It's been 30 years, 8 months, and 3 days, since we had our first kiss.
Back when you were still alive these little details didn't matter to me.
Look at me now; counting every second I live without you.
It's been 7 years, 8 months, and 1 day.
I find myself on the edge.
I close my eyes and face where the sun once was.
There are storm clouds blotting out the sun...
I suddenly cannot even remember the color of your eyes or the warmth of your touch.
Despair is in the sky.
I now ask myself....
Is there a God?
If there is, how can he let this happen?
Is there a Hell?
Then why do I not care?
Just one last step...
Thunder, lightening, wind tear through this city now...
I've turn my face against the wind.
Take me away, I want to go.
I've learned to lose.

The Whys And Hows

Today we reopen the old wounds
To discover the whys and hows.
We slice apart the bandages so tightly wrapped.
Let's rip apart the stitches.
Rip and rip, listen to the howls.
We see the flowing blood, so dark it's practically black.
We see the mangled flesh, so ruined it's beautiful.
We pick and prod, the wound seems to weep the ebony.
We read it's history.
We listened to it's suffering.
We see the why and how.
Now we see the one's that have inflicted it.