No poems this time
No clever stringing of wit
It's just me crawling into my grave
Just gnashing at my hair, as your betrothed has gone away
If only to equal your pain
You once poured your heart out in my hands as I clenched
My fingers burled large in the wounds of your ribs
Of your ribs
And I chose poison to ascend me
No one could ever replace
Instead of Elysium or the heavens where we'd escape
Without you now I wake to live in a grave
I wake up to live in my grave
In my grave
The Jester will cackle at how foolish I am
And I will join your betrothed in the grave
I am just another worm to the earth