I’m a shade of the man that I once remembered
Young and full of promise and vigor
You started to reawaken the dormant joy
That I had kept inside, unknowingly alive

Flowing fully as it once did at my adolescence
A waterfall of perfect effervescence
It brought us times of no regret
Times that only death could make us forget

Soon after then began a drought
The flow began to quickly wither
Something inside said I wasn’t deserving
Of the gifts bestowed by your sweet demeanor

Now I am frail, cacti grow upon me
The stench of death is all that is apparent
The lack I feel keeps me alone and hungry
So I understand why you wish to avoid me