History has played it’s hands,
An unfamiliar path.
A note surprisingly attuned
To a heart famished in Lamentations.
This heart cannot rebound
I’d be a fool if o pretended it could…
There are some things that shouldn’t happen
Not in life: not on this part.
It shouldn’t be you.
I warned you of the repercussions.
I told you there wouldn’t be a rebound from this one!
I dealt you in truth.
Knowing other ways…
Yet, I chose this.
Now I lay in blood, tears and regrets.
There will be no rebound…
Not from this one.