The Banality Of Horror

Blurred clouds disappear from the sky It’s dusk, my favorite hour of the day You’ve gone, and you will never tell me why And never you will hear the words I say It’s the banality of horror that I live Without your smile, your loving guiding light There’s no spiritual world I can percieve I wasn't wired for the tricks of loser's mind A dry bread crust I cannot pick to carry on Life’s cheap handouts I don’t want to get Its only you I want, my love, with you I’m home Though it’s a home of memories you left.