In Memory of the part of me I've cut off.
I truly cannot feel remorse,
For I no longer breathe your air.
As all I've lost's now par the course
Though now it seems I've lost your flair.
Of course, you're but a transient thing,
From mem'ry, you shall never fade.
Like careless insults you would fling,
Or all the games you've never played.
I am burdened by you.
In the darkness of the day.
Even in fluorescent nights.
Smeared across the gold display.
Flickers through the dimming lights.
I hear you.
From those who were so close.
From those who just know you.
From those who were just shows.
From those who know I grew.
I don't know what I'd say to you.
Besides "I'm glad you're dead."
Cut from my sprue.
Stress marks from where I bled.