It's been fun. I'll miss you.
Tell me it's alright. Let me fade into the music, into the whispers.
The echoing whispers.
Is it alright? Will you miss me?
I wonder if you'll notice the change, if there is any.
Untrue, ungenuine, fake.
Let it play this little repetitive tune. The gentle, minor, unheard moans.
Fill your lungs. Breathe it.
The CO2 of toxic desire.
I'll leave you with only a few words. If your memory is sharp enough, you might remember.
Stripped me down into a skeleton.