The Day She Quit Breathing (It's Over) Poem by Nicholas Neato

I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid of anyone but me
I'm not afraid to talk to God
I'm not afraid to see

See the sad
See the truth
The sad truth about this
About us

Keep it in mind
Keep it
You can have it all
Just breath

We could do this again
If you would only try a little
Try a little harder
A little harder then
Then not at all

You never listened
I was teaching
They never listen

Take one more step
I'll break you
Break you down

While others claimed their false royalties
I was learning to lead

Gather your bed and wine for the night
I'll keep hunting

I'll never lose my grace
Lost my touch

I'll never lose my grace
Lost all wits about me

I never lost my grace
I only lost you