And I hope you're thinking of me,
as I wander down your street
Laughter escapes me,
as I think of the time you left
88 gummy bears, leading to the tree
where you first kissed me.
The only good memory I can force out.
The rest, overshadowed by black tears,
one for each piece of my soul,
consumed by you.

The king of contradictions.
The master of deception.
All of the hanging heads,
left in your wake.
The life, the magick,
consumed by you.