Even The Curse

Even in the quietest silence,
I still hear your cries.
Even in the loudest crowds,
I still hear your softest whimpers.

Your soul liveliness has never left my broken heart.
It's still roaming in the darkest parts.

Even in my highest numb moments,
I still feel your stare searing my skin.
Even in the deepest of comas,
I still see your face;
Its shifting in the black.

Even in the scariest moments
I still feel your comfort
Because sadly you will never leave me
And it cursed thee.