Nebula
How did you know I was giving up?
It's as if you meant for me to
Pucker up and die
You stopped filling me with cold and hate
How lifeless we all are now
Now that dread is a thing of the past
No more icicles form over my mouth
Cannot eject that palest blue cyanide from my
Old carbidic skin
Never again to burn darkly,
Never again to smolder
Like a fog of hell
Never again to give shelter
From the light
But you knew I was to live again
Right when she came
You placed this finest flower
Sweetest fragrance
Upon my grave
Mock me again
And I just might love you
