When I'm With Him

I've heard a million lashing words
  Meant to crush spirits and stone hearts to death
I've felt the scars of many the cat
  To destroy the body of the soul that won't break

    But when our parched lips meet
  These bleeding scars don't matter anymore
When he whispers my name
  The mockery is muted

When he sweeps cold fingers
  Through my frozen hair
When I caress his every texture
  With my equally icy hands
When he and I are one
  I can taste the dreams on my flaking lips
Inside
  We were both blazing embers
    In the piecing hailstorm
  And we are the only ones
Still living the miracle

When they shattered our windows
    With deafening bullets
  I was the first to wake

When the trigger was pulled
    By bulky, loveless fingers
  I couldn't believe my bloodshot eyes

When he took the bullet for me
    With his rippled body
  I broke out into tears

When they chuckled to themselves
    I ripped the smoking gun
  From my enemy's hands

When I heard the piecing shot
    Spew pieces of skull and brain
  I knew it was over

When they left me to die
  I patched his mortal wounds
  Kissed his bleeding lips
For the last time

When the flaring sirens of ambulance
  Pulsated over our battered paradise
    We were together in heaven at last