Without a trace…

How can I let you walk away?

To leave me with out a trace,

All I hold here, is your memory,

We was once so happy, you told me that to my face,

And now you’re gone...

Taken everything,

All I have left now, is this empty space,

As I stand here and watch you leave,

Dragging my heart with you as I greave,

These tears, the rivers, run down my face,

For death would be a wanton release, I’d gladly beg for,

As you rip my heart from within its cage,

And throw it to the floor,

I still remain kneeling, begging you for more,