When the world has gone dark,
And the vultures have come
To pick our bones clean,
That is the day humans will struggle.

When the rivers have flooded,
And the sea is full of beasts
Hungry for food and prey,
That is the day fish will struggle.

When the lamp has died down,
And the ink has vanished
No longer drawn onto paper,
That is the day the writers will struggle.

But when you break my heart,
And leave me to pick up the pieces
That lie quivering on the ground,
That is the day I will crawl up
Into a ball of misery.
That is the day I will struggle
To breathe;
No air will be left in my lungs.
To eat;
No appetite will be left in me.
To sleep;
No dreams will be left in my mind.

Yes, that is the day I will struggle,
And only because of you.