I shall make no reply, from my lips pass no remark, my eyes will be shadowed, lifeless and dark
My pale skin shall not glow, my dark hair will not shine, it may be difficult to remember the spark of life once was mine
Look at my pictures, think not of ...
My master looked down and beheld the scars , with great pain, that would form
As if my heart, my soul were an open door
So for me life has ended, or so for the flesh, yet my soul is still living, allowed now to rest
Take solace in your flowers, relive ...
As I lay in my silent, deaf state, do not beg for me to awake, for as Poe’s raven I will cry Nevermore
Heartache will fade as dawn becomes dusk, and I, as created will return to the dust
For me weep not, please cry no more, my soul has crossed the sh...
When I should pass away, once my last breath is gone, you need not weep over my polished stone
I can hear no wailing, nor sounds of lament, ne’er receive with happy welcome those flowers sent
My life, my being, my spirit, my soul
Drawn far away
To a p...