Your unbreathing sleep.
Our dreamless bed,
Is mine to keep.
In my dark eyes and frozen arms,
Nothing lives `cept my harm.
Now you`re worn with years.
Years and sorrows.
Like saint with arrows.
Once again it die with a humble sigh.
Calm these tide of sorrow.
He leads me away and I follow.
Sighs and then slumbers,
Wakes and sighs again.
Opens up the eyes,
Sees the ghost again.
Our dying love, it prays in vain to live,
And pleads for help, I simply cannot give.
My devoted love takes tiny backward
Steps away.
Loneliness aplenty spread before me.