Dark sea, dark night,
My mind is a blank,
Feeling and falling,
I’m broken.
Does light exist, or is it just dark?
Is death dark?
I’m sad, I’m broken—
Who am I anymore?
Soul shattered, life is gone.
Dark is dark

"It was a love in beautiful bloom"
Yet like the green spring in its frail,
A sailor entering an endless stormy sail,
A matchstick ignited by a spark,
And the bright Sun that began to emit dark;
When we pictured our peak, we also met our doom.

The dance of grief,
between a lot of you,
and a little of me.

What’s the point of this dance?
The soulless wave,
the rhythmless step,
and the pointless music.

Here we round a circle,
and make a little of this dance,
suffer from same pain,
deal with different of grief.

She gave a lot to the whole lot of you,
each and unique,
she made this dance,
which we called grief.

She left…
She left and dance for the lot of you,
and the much for me.