You are a coward
The kind that flees
Before the danger
Can rear its ugly head
I lie here on my deathbed
And realise of all the promises
That you have made
And broke
There is one that stands
you won't be able to forget me
And no, i have not
But you are ingrained
In memories full of ash
And tar, from trying to burn you
Out of my brain
You, and your cowardice
And your fondness
Of the cold
That, too, I remember
For it was a bitter winter
When you held me last.