I suffer illness,
A static deep in the mind,
That I wish killed me.
Instead, it forces me to
Recall my lost love for you.
No exorcism,
Will rid me of this demon,
Who haunts my last breath,
For at the end of all things,
It means that you loved me once.
Is my death enough,
To rid myself of your gift:
This knife that you placed,
Between my heart and my mind,
Or will my ghost keep it, too?
Discarded Recollections 