It's been almost a month since she left
but never once have the sweet memories of us begun to drift away.
Since Satin has taken her from me,
there's no more Sunshine, but darkness in my days.
Teased by a few moments of joy---
I hear the angel once again.
Laughter is no longer in her voice-
all that is being heard is pain.
I don't know how much longer I can go on.
I have too many things being held within;
If only I could find a hollow point,
all of this pain would end.
Wishing that my wrists were bleeding
is beginning to drive me insane;
If I don't hear her voice soon
my life will surely fade.
