I wish I could of known you,
My darling hate's embrace
If only I could conjure up
The memory of your face
But many years have come to pass
And left me here alone
And you, beneath a shadow of doubt
Have settled upon death's throne.
Through sprawling darkness and tainted pain
You never showed your fear
Till now my friend, on this dark night
You will not leave me here
I cant shake off the feeling that,
So often reigns my mind
And so I'm submerged in the icy grip
Of the hateful - those left behind.
*sorry - strange twisted up poem that prob. doesn't make any sense but its supposed to relate to someone who has died... OK no, i know its just weird!*
