My Corpse is Cold

I can’t write with any clarity

anymore.

My life’s a bore.

I’ve lost love.

It turned to lust,

and then to dust.

And now I sit and think about you

and how warm I was at night.

How cold it was during the day.

We were so apart.

Why did I let it start.

This path that led me to lose all my soul

for love and life.

And now I sit here, all work is strife.

You killed me dear.

You killed me dear.

I brought it on my self but you held the knife.

You held the knife.

Please love, let me wake up warm again.

Let me wake up warm again.