Is there tomorrow without thee?
Or is the morrow tainted by lack of selfishness?
Will scorn be thy guide forevermore?

On the day next you shall weep for me
You shall see the undoable deed you've done
The spike in my heart you cannot retrieve

Asphyxiation will hold you when no one is there beside you
Tears will flow free; none shall give you a comforting
rhyme
And thy shrine will be defiled by the iconoclast

Weep for me my angel, thy lost heart
Soar skywards, my soul may there be
One heart, one soul, now apart

Farewell