The wind chimes...a mundane piercing,
A howl in the back of my mind is reversing;
Something of a beautiful life, yes, I once knew,
Unfortunately, fairytales NEVER come true.
The sun seems a mediocre light,
To Hell I'm cast, in shadowy sight;
Forevermore, a torment, too cold for a beating heart,
And desparity...I can not hope a new start.
What could have been happiness...now lichen hopes to consume,
My would-be bride, forever removed from me in her tomb;
In a flash it was over; I had no chance to make a remark,
But now, forever...it will remain...only dark.
