Damn I still remember
That gray day in December
When I was melancholy
Because you were leaving me.
It wasn’t your fault, but hell,
No one ought
To go through what we did
for a cause that doesn’t exist.
Why can’t I forget?
That solemn day of regret
When we were parted
Isis and I were broken-hearted.
Didn’t really know when I’d see
You again
I’d have to endure the liest
Delivered with a grin.
Wounded, injured and torn
The tenets of hell you have worn
I have seen them on your face
I have sworn on my soul to replace
Them with smiles and emotions of glee
If only to please you and me
And to guide us on the path
Of the uncertain aftermath.