I wait.

Dust trickles down my spine,
powders my 'lashes
and I wait,
statuesque,
watching the spiders spin
gleaming gossamer lies.

There is no sound
except for the torrent
in my head;
a soundless scream,
a dagger mantra.
My brain fills
with blood.

I stand
in black and white,
all colour stolen.
I barely even
breathe.
Darkness.

And still I wait,
without moving,
feet sinking into the floor.
Frozen by the icy truth,
paralysed by pain.

I wait for time,
for music,
for colour
and for light.
But mostly
I wait,
for you to say
you were wrong.

For you to say,
winding ribbons
around my broken heart,
you want me back,
you still love me.

But still I wait,
and still
I die.