This permanent empty ache within recedes, and with it my heart does start to bleed.

The longing low, it hits me so, to once again see that lover whom I did know.

My perfect darling it was she, the greater sum to the parts of me.

Our love beyond space and time, I was hers and she was mine.

And then she died.

To feel nothing is a blessing and a curse. Yet I now again have the urge to verse.

Because within this aching grows, what to do with it I do not know.

The need to scream, to weep, to cry, the need I have to confide, in my better half no longer by my side.

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I am alone and yet I live. To see her once more, my life I'd gladly give.

But that is not evident to be, I cling to the ashes of our razed family tree.

The tighter I hold on the deeper it burns, to these dark barren places why do I constantly return?

My darling so precious to me. Why was it fated for you to leave?

When I feel anything all I feel is rage and grief. I know it's not the memento you wanted me to see, but without you the world has lost its glee.

Unyielding grey monotony. The waves of this life are not but savage seas.

I miss you, yet the days come anew. I wake alone and life barges on through.

Would that I could purge the urge to love you still, yet that task is a vast to even my ungodly will.

We're together in my dreams, dawn arrives and so decrees that we must again be parted thus I raise anew black-hearted...

Because I am alone. And I have known what it was like when things weren't thusly so.

These places are not my home, I long to go where you have go'n.

But you have my oath, I shan't hasten my return to our damned blue-lit grove.

Ever more onward I shall bound, no force on earth able to bear me down...

Until I again can again hear your voice, down there in Hell I shall rejoice...

because I know in my rotten life, you were my one good choice.