Up until now, adoring what you haven’t seen,
After today, it’ll be as If you have never been,
They will cry for you, assuming sorrow for the loss,
In their hearts they long for you, jaded with anger at the cost.
Speak a soft eulogy,
The life spoken about much harsher.
This life was a cancer to you,
And faith, the reason.
Now he has died, with weeping angels does he stay.
I always came across seemingly lost within my way.
A mask to cover so I no longer have to stay,
Fate doesn’t decree anything from me:
Living for passion, filling eternity.