What these eyes have once thought so sacred,
Now gaze upon unpresedented hatred,
Never trusting these eyes,
As it enrages the skies.

What I have done, 
I paid for, by beeing alone,
I know now that you are gone.

These nights I spend in solitude,
Cursing this blasted attitude,
Staying on the verge of break,
My soul remains at stake.

This misory I bestowed upon my heart,
So aching now that we are apart,
I once raised a glass in happyness,
Now raising it praying for drunkeness.

A single tear wets my eye,
I never really said good-bye,
That last trip, barefooted into hell,
As I hear that single mourning bell...