I was half way it seems
Between your world and hell
Before the death bell tolled.
I listened to your words
Before your final gasp.
The past. The past.
The truth that no-one heard
Nor wants to hear, I fear.
For it would hurt too much, as such.
I must silence my voice, no choice
And stifle my own heart.
But what about my soul I shout?
Must it now be turned inside out?
For those who stay, and those who go
Forever now apart?