You shot someone today,
And she looked just like me
You heard the crack
Before I felt the snap of myself.
You cut me to the quick!
The granite stillness of my limbs
The silent croaking chill.
You used me and you destroyed me for a muse.
I could applaud her for her achievement
Though it ends in my bereavement
It failed its assignment.
You heart, the cursed thing,
It only sorrows bring.