Now That I'm Dead

Your face is a picture of sorrow complete,

Your lips so dry,

Of colour deplete.

Your cheeks so hollow,

Your eyes blood red,

Rage burning inside

Now that I'm dead.

To the same place where you used to sit,

Where for the first time we had met,

Again and again,

The same path you tread,

It's useless to miss me, now that I'm dead

On your lips today are those words at last,

The words that were always in your heart,

Which I wanted to hear,

Which you never said.

Why do you say them,

Now I am dead?