Inborn Suffering

Alone, forlorn in silence
Nothing left to me
But your memory
As I close my eyes, as my soul withers
The bitter taste of Deceit
For all that's untold
This waste of love, a wound in my heart
The grace of your body, imaginary lost
The pale distance
Devours me from within
When shadows are no more
And the river stops bleeding
The throne of my dead illusions
My monument of pain
Is your masterpiece
My soul bleeds its black delusions
In a flowing torrent of hate