Gone You are, and halved am I.
Death has stroke so doomed seem I.
There is no need to lament
For your own Life was well-spent.
Yet I am left far behind,
As you, indeed, broke my Mind.
I feel hopelessly stranded,
Insane, lost, evil-minded.
I madly need You alive,
Else, in Madness, I shall dive...
You were so greatly shining;
You were so greatly stunning.
You froze my Mind with Fire;
You made my Feelings dire.
You were, however, You lived,
And this is all I have wished.
Following You helplessly,
You made Me rely hugely.
I was not to be released,
Yet in Darkness You vanished.
And here I am, so stunned,
Though I do not feel deceived.
Closing Your eyes, peacefully,
You withdrawn from your Path, nobly.
I watched You passing away;
You've blown my last Hope, my way.
I shall not cry, nor fall.
I shall remember it all.
From your Death, from my Rising
I shall just stop believing.
What began must be ended,
What lived must be depleted.
Never shall Mankind agree,
As we trust, to set us free.
And yet, when the bell of Death
Sounds, silencious is our Breath.
We must give up, afflicted.
Since we end up departed.
But never shall Hope fade out :
Something lurks beyond blackout...
...The Afterlife.
(yes, sugar-coating isn't allowed, so be constructive on your comments)
Death has stroke so doomed seem I.
There is no need to lament
For your own Life was well-spent.
Yet I am left far behind,
As you, indeed, broke my Mind.
I feel hopelessly stranded,
Insane, lost, evil-minded.
I madly need You alive,
Else, in Madness, I shall dive...
You were so greatly shining;
You were so greatly stunning.
You froze my Mind with Fire;
You made my Feelings dire.
You were, however, You lived,
And this is all I have wished.
Following You helplessly,
You made Me rely hugely.
I was not to be released,
Yet in Darkness You vanished.
And here I am, so stunned,
Though I do not feel deceived.
Closing Your eyes, peacefully,
You withdrawn from your Path, nobly.
I watched You passing away;
You've blown my last Hope, my way.
I shall not cry, nor fall.
I shall remember it all.
From your Death, from my Rising
I shall just stop believing.
What began must be ended,
What lived must be depleted.
Never shall Mankind agree,
As we trust, to set us free.
And yet, when the bell of Death
Sounds, silencious is our Breath.
We must give up, afflicted.
Since we end up departed.
But never shall Hope fade out :
Something lurks beyond blackout...
...The Afterlife.
(yes, sugar-coating isn't allowed, so be constructive on your comments)