The Day Died (revised)     By Woodrobin

That day I lay in my bed, pneumoniac
not knowing how ironic it was that I was drowning inside, 
trapped and helpless, immobilized.
When he came to tell me he was leaving her
leaving me...leaving us.

But still, I could not have run from it.
Not with Hermes' own sandals.
From what he said, the quiet whizzing arrow words.
Careless knocked, absently aimed
but every point struck the target.
No champion archer could pace him.

He sat by my bed and his words were meaningless
drowned in the sound of a television yammering in the background
my mind plucking meaningless bits of fluff to pack in my ears
to shut out the sounds, to shut out their meaning
But bits of fluff can't stop sharp arrows
Dumb arrows piercing my heart

That day I knew all promises were meaningless words
Covered in the blood of my heart, pierced and broken
The sun reddened and sank
Drowned in the blood of my soul
the day died.