Mourning

Long lost happiness and lasting sorrow
haunt my world and stain tomorrow.
An angel, fallen, strayed off course,
my body shackled by remorse...
Now cold inside this burning lake,
no tears shall fall, no hearts shall ache...
And I'll lift my head towards this nameless hell
it's all I have....though just as well.
Now I'm the king of all I see;
a lord of flies, of earth's debris.
And though my heart might ache with sorrow,
who on earth would mourn for me?