I miss my sweet melancholy,
That sweet gnawing malignant cancer of a friend.
I miss her hell touched exhaustion, and her beautiful music.
Her chorus plays on the notes of my hopelessness.
How horrible it is to live without her, my dark shield, the one who thickened my skin, the one that calluses my arms, she who left marks on my chest with her razor nails.
She leaves me begging for more, and always obliges.