I saw it in my dreams, that fate I don't want to happen.

I can imagine it so clearly, searching the woods, finding your body, holding your rotting corpse, hitching and sobbing, unable to handle the new reality, 
hitch and sob
hitch and sob,
I didn't care about the maggots falling from your eyes, or the porous holes in your thin skin, now a rotting layer of bugs underneath, nature reclaiming what it's rightfully owed,
I can't help but think the worst, even though I need you,
my mind keeps telling me to do something, my mind keeps telling me I have to do something, that I can't stand by I can't let this happen wherever you are, I need to make sure you're safe.
but for now, that hitching sob in my sleep continues, and my mattress is stained with deft tears.