Sorrow sings
Her kisses in silence
And adjusts the blinds to keep the light
From mocking everything I feel
She dances slowly
A silhouette upon the curtains
But her eyes seem to cry
Only empty tears
I beg for comfort with inadequate verse
It meant so much to me...and so little to her
And I am sinking into a mountain of self pity
Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?

"where is my angel when I need him most?
Tell me now where did he go?"