I feel the pain, like a vorpal dagger in my profound heart,

This swelling darkness, suffocating from the start,

A piercing knife cutting straight through my soul,

My love, I'm coming, I will escape this deep, empty, hole,

Tears of loneliness; my blood spills, a fearful red,

A highway stretching to the sunset, a road I must tread,

I will escape into a timeless void where darkness reigns,

Our love does not falter, yet I feel these excruciating pains.

Our souls were entwined, yet now you have gone,

I fear that alone in this world, I won't survive long,

If only I could be with you, enjoy your divine presence,

In this dismal place, towards death there a slow descent.

By James Womack