So soothingly it calls me...
sensations of past
life in your lovely existence
within this pained mourning
Persistence, in helpless remembrance
there's presence, even in your desertion
How can once a delight, become such sorrow?
piercing its resentment
shoving through my happiness
so soothingly, soothingly it kills
Memories, memories into a tale
once upon a perfect picture
inscribed with such delectable words
Can't close this book
it calls my name
I have to blur the vision...blur the voice