And fragile
And broken
And dead
Oh no, not me
You, who made this bed
To sleep alone, to stay cursed
I haven\'t come across anything that\'s worse
Blame me for why
I couldn\'t survive the vacuum
Of your being
Why your beautiful hell
Didn\'t do me well
Out of your nothing, I grew out
To find what this life is all about
But you dear, return to bed
Maybe one day you wake up
With a real tear to shed
And I am already, long long gone
All that\'s left in me, is this spiteful song
To your nothing, I give nothing
The joy of your absence is in my wings.
-Al