Gazing across the cracked plains of my soul I see a mirage of the person I used to be.
No traces of my heart or the happiness you stole,This transparent illusion is all that's left of me.
Nothing grows where there was once a forest.Everything good in me died when our love died.
I can't stand the emptiness in my chest!When you promised me forever you lied.
The clock on my wall stands still at midnight,And the hand of my soul is frozen on 'Sadness.'
I no longer have the will to fight.
Whether I live or die matters less.
Oh, to once more taste your tender lips on mine!
To run my fingers through your soft hair!
Alas, the sun has set, nevermore to shine
Into my cell where I sit on my electric chair.
~Noloc
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