When u loose life that was made in love,
Part of your spirit flys away,
Like a tainted blood stained dove.
All u want to do is bury your head within your hood,
And shake the ground on which you are stood.
Your heart and soul floods,
With the sorrow of what could have been,
A life you could have seen, a life you dreamed,
All ripped at the seams.
Hatred towards ones now empty vessel,
Causes one to wrestle with both,
Ones psychological, emotional and physical self,
Creating an urge to pelt from the reality,
And need to exist within the duality of our present existence, And a life I'll never know, never hear and never touch,
You feel crushed,
And your strength turns to mush.