I'm not her, I'm just her goddamn shadow.

She was great, she was kind? Bullshit.

She listened when needed, she heard when needed? Fuck that noise.

She's the past, she's unrepeatable.

She was just one, and there will be no more. Dead.

Another shattered mirror, another fractured face.

I see her ghost dancing in this empty space, a sick joke.

Not her, no, never her, just a fading stain.

A whisper in the static, a dream I'll never chase down.

She was the sun, a supernova's blinding gleam.

Now I'm just a ripple in a forgotten, filthy stream.

A phantom limb aching, a silent, screaming void.

The last echo of a melody, forever destroyed.

Her kindness, a spiderweb, snaring dust and lies.

Her listening ear, a black hole, swallowing all my cries.

The past, a tangled vine, choking out the light.

A single, perfect snowflake melting in the night, dissolving.

She was the sun, a supernova's blinding gleam.

Now I'm just a ripple in a forgotten, filthy stream.

A phantom limb aching, a silent, screaming void.

The last echo of a melody, forever destroyed.

One and done, a cosmic joke, a whispered, final breath.

Floating through the ether, a grim dance with endless death.

The unrepeatable, a glitch in time's cold, dead eye.

A forgotten constellation, lost in a bleeding sky.

She was the sun, a supernova's blinding gleam.

Now I'm just a ripple in a forgotten, filthy stream.

A phantom limb aching, a silent, screaming void.

The last echo of a melody, forever destroyed.

No more, no more, just shadows on the wall.

A silent, screaming void, waiting for the fall.