The morning creeping up on a tired night
 This notion dawns on me.

The last conversation we had
It's memory still tears me to tears
Tearing at my soul
My happiness now raging
It's feelings is spitting mad.

Devoid of emotions
Your eyes hollow like the dead of night
Your words frosty and so cold
My heart frozen has given up it's fight.

We were in lust
Our souls constantly craving intamacy
Emotions dacayed and turned to rust
Smiling momories tainted
Deceased
It has turned to dust.