Epitaph
I gave you all that I had
And yet, you still turned your back,
And all I've got now
Is the ever-inviting darkness
That you rescued me from in the first place.
What am I to do now?
You were my fire,
My driving force,
The wind in my sails...
But now the tides have turned on me,
And heaven has turned to hell.
The darkness is calling my name...
Do I answer?
Or wait for another muse?
No, I think I'll answer this time.
All things end,
And I'm sick of this cruel trend.
