I know that it will be my last

Derek

She smells like the sands of time
And is funny without ever being mean
I know that she's a dime

But I can't stop this feeling
I got my bottle of Jack
Then there's a sudden bleeding
In this abrasive room of black
I create a certain kind of seeing

Maybe I should care

But shouldn't every human being
Why do I find myself in such a stare such a glare
When it's just her concentrating

She said she is there
Because of the lack of caring
I say that I'm here
Because of the lack of caring

She said that that is life
I said that that is strife
Had been shown at the end of this knife

I know that I must keep my bearing
But that is shown by the scars that I'm wearing
Pain has a way of escaping

But she has a way to draw it
To manipulate it
To construct it
To create an impersonal amount of anticipation about it

A book couldn't copy this feeling
Nor a file
Nor a story

The empathy bursting from my soul couldn't comprehend the very existence 
of the hurt held within this girls' heart 
waiting to flood my incoherent mind just from this single unbroken glance
I know that it will be my last