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  |