• There's a voice calling,
    it reminds me of you,
    of your warmth
    the memory of your face a blurry scar
    upon my soul.

    Watch as I disintegrate,
    into an abyss of ashes and bone
    roses and wine
    as the stars above
    sing my name
    a chorus of a lullaby or sadness.

    The voice is not you,
    I understand and it can never come again
    watch as I part the rising sky and fall without you.

    My eyes my Blurry Eyes
    can only see what I've lost
    and never make me forget this Eternal Sadness

    I can only wait for one...last...touch...
    fade to my blurry grey...
    ...my death unveiled to my mind.