Let me grieve,
War alone with my broken feelings.
Let me cry,
And let my blistering tongue sing,
If death comes,let me die.
Succumb to its hollow sting.
Though i am not ready to leave,
I am also not ready to live,
Alone in this harsh winter.
Teased with Tasteless laughter and empty smiles,
A cog in the jumbled wheels of time.

Bile flow freely through my vein.
Comfort eludes me,my cries in vain.
I will alone bear my bride,
Be the last soul by her side.
Upon my head,let the titled mourners crown rest.
Let me mourn,slowly curse this death.
Till i can no longer wail,cry or sing.
Till i purge my being of this rheumatic shings,
Let me be,
Alone,i will bear my grief.
I will share this rite with no other,
As my heart writes to the memory of my departed lover.

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