As I sit alone in my room I think of the past,
feeling things that should have passed.
Four years later and she still burns my heart,
still slowly but surely ripping me apart.
I have yet to find an escape from her image,
a feeling I welcomed, and was almost privileged.
But soon she left, leaving me alone in my darkness,
rendering me into an almost empty carcass.
How happy we were, yes indeed,
we came to each other in out own time of need.
But it fell away burning, while I watched with blind eyes
we both chose to ignore as it crashed into ...