i lost her at midnight

the bewitching hour

to this madness

i don’t know

i don’t know when she died

the body in my hands

wasn’t hers

she wasn’t like this

in life

you speak, but you forget

the dead

the ones who died because you speak

inspired to some other glory

in some other place

i lost her

so that you could speak

so by all means

speak

run your tongue

it’s not as if there’s anything in my heart left for you to break

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