She sits here with the ink and quill,
She sits here in the black dress and frill,
The words endlessly draining her but still,
She'll remain to write until.
Alive she'll be no more,
For this illness has no cure,
And silently she'll watch you pour,
This poison she'll drink for sure.
Broken and shattered she'll remain,
She took a path down the wrong lane,
For she knew there was nothing to gain,
Nothing left to explain.
As there was nothing left to tell,
Only time left to dwell,
Upon how far she fell,
Falling so far, this must surely be hell?
And quietly she sits and sighs,
How could this be hell when looking in your eyes?
She w
In this darkness you left me to dwell,
Trapped in the sadness that forever surrounds me,
My mirrors of self delusion closing me in,
Forever suffocating me until I am no more.
The minutes they pass me by so slowly,
By now I am truly sure of nothing,
As I am left secluded in sorrow,
In solitude I shall forever remain.
This pain it forever burns me,
The heartache never leaves me be,
Oh loneliness must be my only friend,
Why else would I be alone?
And as I sit in isolation,
I yearn for the once inevitable,
I've never felt so cold, so lonely,
This feeling it kills me inside.
Still I lie here thinking only of you,
Floating on a bed