Thy death, Oh! Love Is more than a horrible death An unbearable painA knife to the soul. A misery with no joy
A disdain with nohope A mere feeling of sadness A mere feeling of loneliness A nightmare with open eyes That sweet dream couldn't pass And a sleep couldn't go through Nor tears could flow. How could this be?When at times it is the perfect love But turned out an open cut Where blood and tears flowed.Is it because everything changes? Or time just has to pass by?It's better to be in the dark For this sadness is hard to bear.
