A way to go, dying in my land
morning without the sun, I without you.
Shining with the passion that I once had for you,
I’ll disappear with time from your life I know.
These days will go, these hours to bestow,
are given by me to self, no more love in my garden,
I left it in the door when you were gone.
No more forgiveness to give,
I lost myself a year ago, smelling like burned and sacrificed,
you’ll see me now all disgruntled and cold.