[sc¤]~Sid_Saiver de Vland de Runterton. Made in Russia
When love is gone

And only pain

Is left, In stun

You go insane.



You feel no more

Than hurting ache

Without will

Your heart is fake



You scream it blunt

You tear your skin

Because you can't

Tear soul within

Your worthless body

This gurgling stitch

In world so muddy

That has a pitch.



You start to faint,

You can't take more,

A coat of bloody paint

On your patched soul



In bleeding agony

You try to think,

But the realm in ebony

Grabs you in a blink.



A son of sun

In darkness mourns,

And love is gone

And gun of course.



It shoots me daily

Deep inside

And skin gets paly

Grip is tight,



I choked from mud,

Now choke from love,

My veins are cut

From far above



This heaven's gore's

Approaching me

And I accept it

Like destiny



I clench my fists

I clench my teeth

But world's in mist

All I hear is hiss.



From someone close,

Who's next to me

That someone tosses

A poison drink



And what is worst

He doesn't know,

That form the cost

Unwanting though

But at utmost

He pushed me so

That from the ground

Thrusting hard

I'm flying down

Into shards

And finished, hollow,

Feeling stiff

I fly in sorrow

Down to cliff.