Morning After Night Before

Pleasure motivates the body, and morals the soul
And my soul was a vacuum that night
I knew no thought, just pleasure

And now I awaken, and my soul returns
An empty bed in an empty room
I don't want to believe it's morning
So my merciless clock shatters me

And I peer out of my window
And I see the street below
And my soul peeks out of the bodily shell
To see the only good man in the world
Treading the street

I dread the site of his face
For from his walk
The untrained eye sees a whole being
Not seeing the shattered person within
The one person I've looked up to
The only one at work I can talk to
The only one who won't betray you
As life does

And now the chaos of life
Has taken him
And when I see his eyes I'll know

All that is good in my life, I have ended.