ast your stones of hatred,
I do not care where they may land…
Turn your back upon me if you need,
walk away from my extended hand…

Do not listen when I gasp,
as I draw a labored breath…
Do not worry when I weep,
or when I speak of my planned death…

Pull away from my touch,
Like I am nothing in your eyes…
kick my heart while its wounded,
as the last bit of our love die’s…

Do not hear the murmured words,
that fall sadly from thyn lips…
notice the deadend feelings,
there’s no fire within these fingers tips…

Do not whisper nor call my name,
do not miss me when I’m gone…
Do not seek me out when your sad
and find yourself all alone…

Take my fading memories,
and hide them away from yourself to find….
take all the words which were whispered
and thoughts from the grip of your mind…

Open up your window,
uncage the raven for it to fly….
and with its being swiftly ascending,
taking flight upon its wings will I…