Til death and fire do us part,
No one will feel your broken heart.
An injustice of passion and cruelty,
Brought my body and my mind to mutiny.

Open your eyes
If they are still there.
Hear my last cries,
Your name, I must bear.
Tides of regret sweep over me.
The small things are what sets me free
From the chains of thy agony.
For we, my one and only, were birds of different feathers.

Fall into arms
Of lies and glass.
Do me no harms.
Your test I pass.
The corridors haunt my every thought.
Do you think of the pain you have brought,
And how your words brought my soul to rot?
It wasn’t your voice that broke the silence, it was the lack of it.

I sing and I write
Til my thoughts turn white.
And the fissure of true, blazing heat,
Has only you, who it has to meet.