For jilted lovers there is no tomorrow,
For them the smoke of memory burns through
the fabric of each waking moment,
For them each breath melts in the acid of no hope,

For jilted lovers there is no today,
For them a new born day suffocates their throats
and ***** away all glimmer of joy,
For them each sound brings the silent step of fear,

For jilted lovers there is no here nor there,
For them it all evaporated in the kiss of a word
which left them hollow and bare,
For them each moment tightens the rope of despair,

For jilted lovers there is only the day before yesterday,
For them that was when all seemed well and good
and that was when the sun’s ink spun brightly coloured dreams,
For them each sweet sharp kiss of a blade promises eternal sleep.