The mistress of emotion swirls in patterns in my mind,
A knife stabs at my beating heart every single time,
The picture of you is getting faded on the wall,
Your voice still beacons me, a distant call,
Life moves slow but still in a blur,
Everything reminds me of what you were.
Laughter now seems a forgotten dream,
I reach for words that end up in a scream.
Cast out, and thrown out, forsaken at the worst.
Now my days are numbered and my soul is cursed.
I lay to go to sleep, but awake I am still,
Listen hard to hear a whisper, oh god I feel ill.
The flowers in the vase on the counter now are dead,
All the memories of you move inside my head.
I've given up..i know this is a sin..but i beg you to see within. I needed you, i slip away, so here we are today.
We shall be together forever, this is my dying tense.
