From ventures of love my heart shall abstain,
In me shadows spoke proceed my rots scent,
Visions of joys warmth I fail to retain,
In this cage of silence now time is spent.

Of souls thread scenes rife with hope you did weave,
Unseen the pain hidden within the stitch,
With disease foul to my being did leave,
A man left broken that no one will grieve.

Alone, shaking under a sheen of frost,
In blood to memories pieces I clutch,
Hearing the echos of feelings now lost,
How else now with love can your face I touch?

All gone into the dirge my spirit melts,
In me only longings abyss is felt.