Telling me to let you go,
Is like hitting water,
A thousand times.
Wanting me to let you know,
The death come my father,
Not enough rhymes…
Glimpse of hope withers away,
Destiny of darkness,
Slow to creep in.
Innocence lost of the day,
Leeching shadows to hiss…
Born from all sin…
What love we had turned to hate -
No longer you here to wait…