Always the hug, never the kiss;
My lips they always seem to miss.
Never the lips, always the cheek;
Despite the persuasion, the useless words I speak.
Crushed glass beneath me, a chill in the air;
And no my lady, she does not care.
O my lady, my lady fair; never shall I meet you there.
You harass my heart, torment my brain;
No wonder I find myself in so much pain.
Broken, beaten, battered I lie;
Sometimes I think it better to die.
To sleep, to sleep and awake no more;
I witness my heart bleeding on the floor
I would rack my brain, but it’s no longer there.
I see my body, floating in the air.
As I float away from this corporeal illusion,
I find that my lady is but a delusion.
Away, away, I fly, I fly;
Away, away, I die, I die.
My lady, my lady, no tears does she cry.
I leave behind no void; to nothing do I bind;
To my passing is my illusioned lady blind.
My soul is what remains, shattered it may be;
But its true beauty no one will ever see.
And I await, yes I await the day,
When my lady too, is carried away.
With her in eternity I shall stay,
Away from the lovers’ games we once did play.
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