But Still She's Gone

Another instance of my intuition tingling One more night spent mingling With thoughts of she’s gone Another debate with what I should’ve done One more poem one more card one more call One more something to recapture that fall Remind her that she loves me But I can’t tempt fate its not about me I love you too much to hate you So I hate myself instead Take breaths but my heart still Left living in the world of the dead My face void of fury Condemned by your jury To fly in Hades starless morning sky The ache waters my soul’s fire Pisses on the walls of my desire This free bird yearns to be caged Trapped in bars of aged-less Splendour, no more smiles to render Me helpless Hopeless victim of crimes so dark Bright sparks to sand Soul crushed paper in hand Knocked off my feet But still I stand Tall, no longer a fall-en dove Soaring high in hell above But still she's gone...