It’s slipping away,
Every second I’m here,
I’m not there with you.
Waiting here for you,
Only god or fate can tell,
Tell me I belong.
How can it be wrong?
So much time passing away
You’re not here with me.
Last night I thought of…
I knew you in the harsh realm
Empty house, I’m here.
Waiting for you there
I thought about how it was
A vacant hell just…
There was a hole here
I thought about you because
the wind blows through it
I thought about you
I always think about you
Letting the time pass.
How can I go on?
So long since I’ve seen her face.
I’m floating away.
The waves gently lap,
I hear your voice in my head.
Then it’s gone again.
Your smile is the sun,
I can’t look at it too long.
I know I shouldn’t.
When you close your eyes.
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I know that can’t be.
Am I even real.
Do you see me when we pass?
Please keep me in mind.
I hoarsely cry, why?
Gasping, dying but somehow,
Still alive, but why?
When I close my eyes
I can’t even dream of you
pictures make me smile.
I lie in my bed
and I just feel so empty
and there’s anger too.
What is my purpose?
The sun stolen from my heart,
The world bleached and dead.
I can’t find the words,
I’ll never have what they have,
They make it easy.
If I could just be-
I want to enjoy the sun
With you on my knee.
To see you grow up,
But that’ll never be me,
I’ll just be right here.
Fair of face and noble birth,
None the wiser of his worth,
His guests they gather with tale-
Knives un-greased, tongues await ale.
Find his Father nor his stock,
Whereforth come those golden locks?
In his hold he’ll bare no bard.
Nor gold shared, as times hence hard.
Our champions collect wood,
Where a worldly battle once stood.
We pay his levvies and fines.
You may your piece and me mine;
Without promptly a full plate,
Without cows milk a calf sate.
Without hearth in darkest night,
Without mirth’s coin for my plight.
– Let that be Bres’s condition.
But your love alone,
I will take without asking,
In the night I will,
What is mine shall be,
Even if it is yet known.
It waits for me still.
Those green hills stretch on,
Glistening and wet with due,
Many have laid there.
I try to be sad,
Brought down by the wind and rain.
Those cold slate grey skies.
You wont let me be,
Every waking moment,
You fill it with light.
When I want shadow,
You come and chase them away,
Beaming like the sun.
Darkly Dreaming Demographic. 
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