A dark deception that descends like fog upon a lake
No need to mourn or shed a tear, because she did not die
Another hour or two will bring the breeze to gently take
Away this foggy, fatal vision, leaving in its wake
The morning bright, the water clear and gleaming in the sun.
Or possibly this granite stone was placed here by mistake.
In any case, I don't accept that death has somehow won.
How selfish of her to desert me, knowing full well I
Could never face the world alone, could never fully shake
The shroud of sorrow from my soul, and so I must rely
On disappearing memories and reveries to make
Amends for missing company that stirs my heart to break.
And yet, I must not fold to fate, lest I become undone
Though others in relentless mourning their whole lives forsake.
In any case, I don't, except that death has somehow won.
Futility is the result of trying to deny.
Each life that comes into the world is like a single flake
Descending to oblivion while falling from the sky
To melt away with all the rest when spring shall overtake.
I miss her in the day, and many nights I am awake
Seeking solace in the stars and somehow finding none.
Some turn their backs on former faith, insisting God is fake
In any case, I don't, except that death has somehow won.
I think that this is just a dream, perhaps a stomach ache
Produced some deep disturbance that has caused my mind to run
Amok with evil images. A lesser man would quake.
In any case, I don't accept that death has somehow won.
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