Of betrayal.

When you left me alone

in the other shore,

ages ago?

I lay there weeping blood

into the cursed river,

holding your corpse

closer to me.

Trying to hear a pounding heart

in the folds of your chest;

there was none.

This love reeks of your betrayal.

Reeks of this longing.

Of me never letting you go.

Holding a living memory of the dead, oh

You destroy me.

Your death destroyed me,

ages ago.

And that memory of you,

latches on to me

like darkness.