This Ghastly Depression
In the dark of night
When the moon is ripe
And loneliness my companion
Sad songs drifting sounding tripe
Fuelling my ghastly depression
There I sit watching misery
Spider walking up the wall
Whisky bottle brings memories
Memory takes me to a dance hall
There I met her tall and blonde
A vision so divine
Our eyes met was love's sight
I had to make her mine
Love blossomed, was like a dream
Was all that I'd prayed for
Together we would build our life
All that I wanted and more
Day came that we wed
Our vows we did speak
Man and wife we did become
And love grew from week to week
Word came I did not want
My heart ripped from my chest
A driver drunk, took her life
And I had to put her to rest
Darkness closed in all around
Was nothing left to live for
What I cherished, all was gone
And life is but a whore
In the dark of night
When the moon is ripe
And loneliness my companion
Sad songs drifting sounding tripe
Fuelling my ghastly depression
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