Sorrow sings
Her kisses in silence
And adjusts the blinds to keep the light

From mocking everything I feel
She dances slowly
A silhouette upon the curtains

But her eyes seem to cry
Only empty tears
I beg for comfort with inadequate verse

It meant so much to me... and so little to her
And I am sinking into a mountain of self pity
Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?


"where is my angel (x3) when I need him most?"
"tell me now where did he go?"