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GoneIt's over.He's gone...He's dead.And with him, so has my life,Gone through the window.My heart has become stone,No smile shall ever come across these lipsAgain.I sit here, I contemplate,What should I do?I do not wish to move on...Not even in life.All my memories,Every single one that is good,Were from him,And now that I think of them,I feel a cold stab in my soul.It's ended.
RememberingTouch. Tap. Caress. Grab.Each time you had done that to meSends a rush of life through me,Memories I cherish, giving meNew determination,New strength.A jolt of electricity rockets up my spineAs I relive our precious moments together.But they have beenRipped away from me.So suddenly.So coldly.So selfishly.The mortal body achesFor those familiar sensations,For that wonderful feeling ofPleasure that you have given me,Something I had never felt before.Take me away to that blissful world again,If only we could be together at this moment.
InsanityAll I see is blackness.My life, my emotions, my psyche.They are torn, pieces thrownAcross the world, in places ICannot find and cannot go.I feel, deep down in my heart,That I may descend into madnessAs if I were Esther Greenwood,Slowly,Soon unable to sleepOr even keep myself kept.As with the disappearance of my love,So has my life, alive somewhere,Yet I am unable to reach.Communication is vital to me,And with it taken away, IDo not know how much longerThat I can tolerate.Black insanity may be in my future.