I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...
silent robbery
forming a consuming void...
fallen soft white form
coated in a crimson smile...
Hello Clementine,
My darling dear...
Words are bleeding,
Kiss of the blarney is failing...
When I return by thought to youthful days;
I sprightly swing upon those swings again...
If he, like I, whom view with dimming light:
The final setting sun within his glass...
Come we upon this dying day
For a friend has gone away...
Who Am I?
I am just a soul...
When did life become so slow
Despite these years I've naught to show...
Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath...
maybe when i'm dead
they'll talk to me in their dreams...