Don't assume I am bitter
Because you have free reign
Over the barren fields
That I once perceived to be fruitful

Don't seem yourself high and mighty
Because I once sighed the life
out of my own breath
into a dead recipient, thinking
that there was hope for rebirth
and you are now exhaling
your dark soul into his
and he reciprocates

When in reality,
death clings to itself.
So I am not mourning
that his sorrow did not cling to my joy
And stain it with death black spots.

Tears do not well in my eyes
because the sun and the moon
are on opposites sides of the earth
and it keeps revolving just the same