i am leaving you
i am leaving a corpse where flowers once grew
and though i am sad to say
i know you have only loved decay
as the hour draws near
where i struggle to hear you clear
i will tell the moon to shine anew
to declare that your penance is due
and for my last act i will bleed
for it is not the air that i need
although this tree will remain fruitless
i rest in peace knowing my body is useless