The temple bell stops -
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho

I found you
                   d
                      e
                        a
             ­             d
                             Lying on the ground
                                                          ­    with a
                                                                ­        k
                                                       ­                n
                                                               ­      i
                                                               ­    f
                                                               ­  e
                                             In your hand
                      Knowing your death was on  purpose
                                       My heart
                S.    T.    O.     P.        S.
In the hope you would be fine
          Eyes cloudy
    Like an overdose on morphine
        But clear as day
  That it was a stab in the h      e
                                    a               r
                                             t
                     With a mix of oxycodone
                        Wish you were
                                                      e
        ­                                          v
                     ­                         i
                                      ­    l
                                       a
But fate doesn't

                           L
                              I
                               ­  E
               I'll join you in the afterlife
     With a match
Or a    n        o
       o                s
                e
                    Or even a
                                       e
                                   if
                          kn
           I'll figure it out
                                   I can't live
      with. out.- ------  
^-^^^^--------^^--------------------- *beeping stops