How did I let myself
become this
wicked beast?
At one point,
I loved you dearly..
How could these feelings
simply cease?
How could The Heart
ever forget?

Alas, there’s no
remembrance..
No sweet
nostalgia..
in Death.
There’s only
peace and quiet
when we choose
to simply just..
forget.

I played my role
already in your life..
for all its good.
For all its bad.
It may be sad
for it to end
this way..
But do not cry.

There won’t be
any encore.
No reprise.
Sometimes
the best thing
you can do
for someone
who you loved
upon a time..
Is die.