The darkness grips my lung so tight,
Unsure of the love that felt so right.
Till the end of time is what she said�
Without her love, my feet are lead.
In with a breeze & out with a gust.
And in my pity with bottle in my hand,
My eyes burn clear with her torturing brand.
She took me in with loveless lust,
And let me go with a sour disgust.
Simple breaths repeated day by day.
Getting better with a puddle of tears,
But not the love my heart now fears.
I sit all alone & begin to cry�
Trying to murmur the words �good-bye�.