Pause.

Keep pushing me to the edge.
Keep trying to push me over the cliff.
Keep the hate.
Keep slicing me with your words.
Keep wishing me death.
Keep hoping I'd fade.

One of these days your wish would be granted.
I'm going to be a mere memory.
A scar.
Nothing but a name on the tomb stone.

Save the tears.
Save the screams.
I'm going home.
Far away, across rivers and behind the mountains.

Drown me in the fear and sorrow.
Find a grave to dump the body.
Hunt the soul.

One more scar.
Another open wound.
A breathe of air on your skin, freezing you over.
The bitter song on your lips.
The flower you killed.
Virgin snow you never noticed.
The last rain drop of the winter.
The ice in your heart.
The blood on your hands.

I'd love to see your face when the call comes.