Mere words of love need not be said
From thy lips no whisper come...

It's midnight now,
I slowly rise...

Inside the soul that crumbles
from pain too much to bare...

"The flame rises but it soon descends
Empty pages and a frozen pen...

It suddenly occurred to me, my love was not...
From depths to deep inside of me, for you my heart...

On dusty shelf in darkness rests
Porcelain skin and satin dress...

Heart's rendering has come to pass
Inside a soul of pain and strife...

[I woke up feeling kind of sick...]
My head is sore, my stomach aches...

Pain tears away each layer of trust within your...
Each word of truth is lost inside the niche of...

Sweet
Sorrow...

Little Gertie was so dirty
But wouldn't take a bath...

Tears slip from dark eyes of sorrow
To rest upon a cheek so fair...