"He Loves me Not"  - Death

I've held you in my arms before
Drifted away in your warm caress
Your dark linens, melting stress

Eyes open, like stars shining bright
Already dead, burning across times
Groping for anchor as body sublimes

Somehow, here I live, without you
No slight hint of your fragrance
Deep gashes from your flagrance

So I live, to never escape, because
I've held you in my arms before
Due disrespect, you, I'll never adore