might the strings swell again sound then sadly descend for to lend due respect this regrettable end
for i slept with the best as i've wept with the rest ever blessed with this sense some swift end might be met
could those strings swell again lest mine eyes well instead for to lend bated breath less this life that ive left
yet our song soldiers on postscript first fell to fawn where each chord corresponds whom to all i've done wrong
chest drawn of breath throat red as fresh stretched post-fuck flesh wed both sooner forget and yet strange successions remind flush with desperate decline certain prides thus obliged ive resigned to this life
rife with primes passed behind strains of wrasp wearied rhyme and no time to surmise all my wherefores and whys though i suppose should it help to know im oh so glad to go what with woe-soaked underclothes and were that this the final phrase cast from these lovely lips i pray remember this remember this
what once was wed with ones past though now no strings attached for the lust or its lack just cant help coming back well past reprieve weve reached each creased of ceaseless griefs weve seen save this one brief relief