As sand through my finger
My blood has flown away
The lymph that once fed my roots
Has dried
In every part the trunk that sustained
Me is now consumed
Just a meaningless flowing into my veins
The monotonous pulse in mi ears brings me
To a reality I despise
What once was is no more

Anger asks me why
But there's no answer that can bring relief
No gesture which doesn't remind me
No word that can ease this pain
Just the feeling of loss
The feeling of loss is something that lasts
And fills your soul with his emptiness
The perpetual companion of my sleepless nights
And idle days