What do you do when it all fades away?
The Life, The Love, The warmth of the day,
The sweet tranquil night, The sights, the sounds,
The swift, fleeting wind, The feel of the ground.
It slips from your grasp, away from your hands,
The steady, hard falling of much older sands
That once filled this glass, and now nevermore
The raven's fell crooning still perched on the door
My own deadly herald of Love I once knew
My heart softly screams as my body falls through