There is ice on the flowers
The flowers that you laid
Flurries of snow
Sting your tear stained face
Relentless lament
As you stand
beside my grave
Wondering why
I took my own
life
Your questions
have no answers
For dread
debilitates
It sullied my
heart
Designed monsters
for my head
Sucking my life
I struggled with
breath
Please understand
I meant you no
pain
But to live with
myself
Would have driven
me insane
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