It is I, who is shaken by the subliminal lies said through your eyes
Which are unfaithful to the truth
I'd rather feign my sadness, lest my existence disturbs you
Drown me in my apprehensions, a labyrinth of my fragmented ego
Savor my tears, for I have cried enough to **** my pride
Yet, it is I who is still shaken
My dearest friend, lover
I do not know how to mourn by the river
Taking my soul, all torn and withered
No one can tell me where I lie
Standing upon my ground, goes awry
Hastily making the gravest mistakes
My heart trembles, never quakes
Such tender darkness, so trivial
Makes my voice come alight through my upheavals
Oh, tell me if my fears mean nothing
Throwing my tears against an unknown something
Only burns, the reprimanding light of day
Night, only sense of freedom, in shape
Thunderous words strike my being
Negative washes do cleaning
To breathe is to draw in one less breath
To speak is to utter one less regret
I don't know how to mourn by the river
Drawing me in, my faults come hither
Relentless suffering that visits my head
I wish something else could visit me instead
I don't know how to mourn from the river
Secret despondence, my only killer
My dearest friend, lover
Show me how to mourn by the river
Losing a loved one or friend is one of the most devastating events that can occur in one's life.