Zephyrus killed you.
In jealousy, and for what?
What good comes of this?
He knew I loved you.
Now I can’t stop seeing him,
Blowing the discus.
Can’t stop seeing you,
Bright blood blooming from your neck,
Falling down, lifeless.
Can’t help but see you,
The light fading from your eyes,
As blood pooled around.
I see the flower,
The one I made in your name,
Rise up from the ground. ...