Halfway To Asphodel

Let it be known, That you’re with no thing. Let it be told, That you owe me nothing. But let me tell you, That you sowed in me something. Let me tell you, That you owe me something. You owe me the hours, That I spent with chagrin You owe me the flowers, That I placed within. You owe me the worries, That I devoted to you, You owe me the stories, That I so willingly told you. You owe me my breaths, Which I let go as sighs. You owe me the deaths, That I died in disguise