The abyss formed in my cold dead heart as she slipped away in the night
I cry alone, a river of tears fall from my pained red eyes
My heart lies in pieces, shattered by the sudden goodbye.
I turn to the things that get me through, the bottle and razor,
My wrists reflect my eyes, weeping their cold red tears
As the whiskey runs its course through my soul.
I turn as I hear the knock on the door, thinking that she was back,
But it was just the mind reliving what will never be
Never be again in this house
My weeping echoes though the cold dead house,
As empty as my soul in the night,
Will she ever come back to me again?
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