every twist of that knife,
sends shivers down my spine,
your love vacant kills me.
when did you leave,
was it days, months or years
before you walked out of my life?
I hear the sound of a car,
and think you have come back,
only to be crashed into reality.
your leaving has left a void
as big as a cavern in the ground,
vacant, dormant and dark.
somehow you have indelibly
left a mark on my soul,
that will not be erased.
time nor lovers
have removed your memory,
I wish you were dead,
it would be easier to get over you,
torment cuts like a knife,
over and over again.
John
Cheers,
Dan
Ciao
TONY
Regis