There’s no going back to you.
There never was.
Riddled your failures we know.

They said many of you true.
All a lost cause.
Nothing really to love new.

Coddled from mom’s dear powder.
She’ll soon let go.
All do no longer lauder.

O’, what do come time true storm?
Death, fine last show.
Nothing left friend to perform.

How saddened lied child a slave.
Hardened the heart.
Souls suffering left to crave.

Fear not my bitter lost love.
We all depart.
Some wish tears a chest to shove.
Some sent Hell never above.