might the strings swell again   sound then sadly descend   for to lend due respect    this regrettable end      for i slept with the best    as ive wept with the rest   ever blessed with this sense    some swift end might be met      could those strings swell again   lest mine eyes well instead   for to lend bated breath    less this life that ive left      yet our song soldiers on   postscript first fell to fawn   where each chord corresponds   whom to all ive done wrong      chest drawn of breath   throat red as fresh stretched post-fuck flesh   wed both sooner forget   and yet strange successions remind   flush with desperate decline   certain prides thus obliged    ive resigned to this life      rife with primes passed behind   strains of wrasp wearied rhyme   and no time to surmise all my wherefores and whys   though i suppose should it help to know   im oh so glad to go   what with woe-soaked underclothes   and were that this the final phrase cast from these lovely lips   i pray remember this   remember this      what once was wed with ones past   though now no strings attached   for the lust or its lack just cant help coming back   well past reprieve weve reached each creased   of ceaseless griefs weve seen   save this one brief relief