Death

A thousand words won't bring you back,

I live in a world of black,

I know this because I've desperately tried,

Sitting in a corner, I wailed and cried,

Thousand of tears I've sacrificed and shed,

Curling up, sobbing in my bed.

Like discarded pages,

You're gone for ages,

leaving e discarded like autumn leaves,

Taking all my love and beliefs.

Our love was a story or an unread letter,

With a high future that would perhaps make us better.

But now they are gone,

I'm depressed, and I'm done.

Thinking of the fire in ancient Alexandria,

High smoke, burning that caused paranoia,

I've opened my arms to that darkness of life,

Shriveling, withering like a dying flower.

Without you, I'm broken.

Your dead, and I'm heartbroken.