Everything that lives eventually dies

Solitude

In my solitude, you haunt me in memories, I die.
In my solitude, I weep thoughts of you fill my mind.
I don't wanna go outside anymore.
The sky makes me blue so I lay on the floor.
Loving you was a memory,
one I had inside me dear.
But it was just one of those things,
Just one those crazy flings.
She said she's the moon and I was her wings.
Then she left me.
We were a pair, unseperable.
A pair no more, on my strings she can no
longer pull.
I hope you wake up sickly and dying for pushing away the ones who love you most. It was just a thing, a passed thing, a dead thing, bloody and red thing.