What's death if not within and not without?
My soul suffered death the day that our lives parted.
You made me cold, bitter and sad.

I shall never forgive.
I shall never forget.
You took all of me with you.

You left me with nothing.
Stranded.
In the desert of ice.

With nothing to hold on to.
With many scars.
Stranded to disappear.

I was the image that haunted your every move.
I was the barrier that left you with no mood.
you thought you had it all until you lost me.

Now you're back.
I don't want you in my life.
Something tells me insult from afar.

I insult and insult you.
It all simply dies.
You now mean nothing.

A burnt down house.
You mean not one piece of SH*t.
Not one that came out my *ss.

Why must you do this.
Why must I not cry?
I do not want to say this.

But, I do wish.
You.
Would die.




2005.