As a flower, she bloomed
Once her wrists were opened, opened, opened

I remember
Her scent
Intoxicating

My communication with her was clearly enhanced
But hers was quickly fading
Discontinued and frail
Her eyes reflected a hopeless apprehension
For a compassionate smile
A misplaced melancholy

Liquid-Azure
She stared at me

Like when we used to drink too much cocktails
On Sunday's afternoon

I remember her heart-breaking smile
Now beautifully distorted
Agony and orgasms combined, I swear

Don't worry, girl, everything is going to be alright
Can't wait till she sober up and realize what is truly happening
She seems gently desperate, numb and on the verge of collapsing

But that I cannot allow
This is a test, and I couldn't get more sentimental

I'm feeling her pulse, slowing down
Foreshadowing a very long and quiet season
Of dreamlike serenity
I'll miss her so much

I'll miss her so much
I'll miss her
So much

Ether died as a martyr, unknown
In a secluded asylum