This is a poem for Jacob Black's views after Bella gets turned.
There's nothing left to hide now that all is bitten and done
Your veins run cold and you look like you've never seen the sun
The memories laced through this town won't even be a ghost
Get in line with the living dead; it's only what you wanted most
Destroy your soul and leave no trace that you ever did exist
Your memory will be cloudier than the La Push morning mist
And would there even be a point of putting a gun to your head?
It wouldn't even matter if you're already dead
Soon you won't remember all of the things I said
And you can come back to me in the end but they'll be a corpse in my bed
Dead with coal black irises and your skin cold to the bone
Leave me your guilt in your will so I can be empty on my own
You said your goodbyes and now you're not real, it happened right on cue
Instead of your brown eyes I get dark skies and there is the New You