All of your beauty had faded away
Your passion and electricity ebbed from you
It had burnt a finality into your veins.
The darkness was waiting to take you into its clutches
Not even half of a tenth of one hundred in time.
You died as I could have.
And in this realisation,
I am still not convinced it could have been me
It was not my time
I shall know,
I am sure,
When I am to say good-bye.
Your accidental overdose,
It touches me.