We met again last night
Happy was her face
“I want to kill you” she said
As she brought up her blade
Stupid little dead girl
How can you strike what isn’t there?
Fleeting thing of fleeting feelings
I didn’t feel a need to care
She attacked with a vengeful voice
A deep and piercing pain
Still, not one to be beaten
I reminded her of all our shame
We fought for an eternity in that instance
Striking and mutilating under a hateful rain
Until we were both ruined and weary
And I realized we must be insane
I hated that dead girl ever in my mind
As she hated the possessor of her form
I regret what was, she despises what we’ve become
We are ever divided, unable to come to accord