My simple sorrow
Of a never morrow
Like the ceaseless rain
Cascading me with pain
The twists and turns
My heart screams in vain
The turning of this knife
Its sharp edge wounds deep
Your words burned slowly
From a dark, heartless soul
What was once beauty and vanity
Turned nightmares of your insanity
To begrudge would give you meaning
Through this closure of your leaving
The joy and sorrow
The emptiness of morrow
Though I know
Through all this darkness
The sun shall follow