Death devours all lovely things.
And yet, some thoughts in your head made you not fight.
Made you instead leap into the arms of the beast willingly,
as though it was all right.
And no matter how long or loud I call your name,
you will never turn back,
you will never answer me.
And no matter how hard I think about it,
I can never understand a choice to live and then not be.
Who will ever take you place in this world?
To not back down, when I know you are wrong?
To torment us with what you did and said?
To be so arrogant and proud?
To welcome strangers into your bed?
No man can be all good, and that I know well.
And yet how I loved you in all the ways I never did, but wish now that I could, tell.
But the song has already been sung,
and all the words have already been spoken,
and all that needed doing is done,
and my heart will always be broken.