All the dreams I dreamt
Will vanish like the morning fog
When at last I awaken,
And something tells me that day is come.
Still that final goodbye echoes fresh—
Oh, how we, both she and I
First kissed as the sun went down.
Will she ever return? I cannot say.
The door creaks.
A sudden whiff of the lost and familiar…
A day with her lost among the days without.
Once more the door creaks.
Who is it?
I have no voice left;
The last candle is almost out.
I speak to God in silent phrase
And offer up my heartfelt praise
Yet silence is His voice to me
He shows no earthly empathy
My prayers are but a silent wind
And I a storm that’s lost within
A body crushed beneath the weight
Of loss, regret, and certain fate
In slow descent, the spirit ebbs
Entombed within this mortal dread
Yet silent still His saving grace
A void I feel within this place
No comfort shall I know this day
My God has simply slipped away
And in His place a dark despair
Hot ashes flowing everywhere
The pain increases even still
All that’s left is my free will
And so, I chose another path
Turning from His vengeful wrath
His Son was slowly crucified
So He might feel more sanctified
Though in the hour of my need
His sacrifice is lost on me
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The Winter Bites My Bones 