I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading
I try to forget you as you forgot me
This time there is nothing left for you to take, this is goodbye
Summer is miles and miles away
And no one asked me to stay
And I should contemplate this change
To ease the pain
And I should step out of the rain
And walk away

Close to ending it all, I am drifting through the stages
Of the rapture born within this loss
Thoughts of death inside, tear me apart from the core of my soul

At times the dark's fading slowly
But it never sustains
Would someone watch over me
In my time of need


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Aequitas, in the year 403 AD.