My heart's not something that exists anymore;
It's gone the way of my soul.
It was torn to pieces on Her shore,
And buried in this hole.
Without these two I view the Truth,
That no one cares at all.
In all the world I see the proof,
And in my eyes, the fall.
Her love is what I miss the most,
For she took away the pain.
My lust for life becomes a ghost,
And each breath I take's in vain.
My affection's a flame that is now snuffed out,
While my spirit writhes as it's filled with doubt.
Copyright © Danny Stinson