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?
Parting tears my heart
You don’t even know I’m gone
What a strange feeling.
The further I get,
My emptiness grows and grows,
Until nothings left.
The sun is shining,
Of course, but I pray for rain.
To let these tears go.
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.
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.
The coming of spring,
Brings me renewed hope,
Just to hear you laugh.
Just to see you smile,
Lets the shining sun right in,
There’s no stopping it.
I pine for that light,
But it casts a long shadow,
Quite unbearable.
There’s no time for us,
We wasted the one moment,
Set aside for us.
There’s no place for us,
It’s all decided for us,
Just one sweet moment.
There’s no chance for us.
What is this thing that fills dreams –
slips away from us.
Darkly Dreaming Demographic. 
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