Death of a Shade
My darkest hour was barely grey
compared to your incessant dismay.
I tried to help but you wouldn’t speak.
That fateful hour, your life so bleak.
You run away and still I follow.
You realize your life so hollow.
I wish I’d been there in your life
before you took that silver knife.
You took your own by my side.
The pain I felt I can’t confide.
I only hoped it was a dream.
I could not stop the bleeding seam.
When you died, so did I.
I did not realize my demise.
I follow you now to your grave,
for without you, there is no shade.
