After you have gone

when the emotions we once held go cold, we begin to feel completely empty inside

After you have gone, I go abandon to my rescue,

To a place of refuge in my swollen mind,

I roam in torn mantle, grieving with falling dew,

To wash away the remaining perfume.

After you have gone far from my body and soul,                           

Is the portion of my being you had own,

After you, those infernal desires you control,

Will be dormant and become cold as stone.

But the memories of you torments with insanity,

To go and come, and turn wool white in the shadows,

Of night, then count the day; pleading to stay,

In thoughts and trance, the illusions paradox shows.

Hung on the abyss of senses, make time goes slow,

And after you went, the energy of life was spent,

And rent the high veil we hail, torn with sorrow,

Fleeing with the piercing arrow fate had sent.

I wanted to come after you, and leave with ease,

To join the perilous vale and catch our dreams,

In the place where images emerge and tease,

The roads crossed and shouting turns to screams.

You are the reason of my strife, for after you,

I will hide in the silent vale and slowly count,

The bitter pain, incline to rent the mantle in two,

And leave insanity to give some account.