Now I have lain here

Crucified by my own emotions

I am destitute because of the nothingness that flows through my core

She came riding in, and was but for a moment

She was My Heaven in the Hell of Everyday life

And Now, I'm counting on nothing

For she's gone,

And I, I am left to feel the fires of Anguish

A Broken Memory, A Broken Heart, A Broken Soul

I always wondered if I was to blame for her leaving

But I am to blame for my soul, and body bleeding

Can I not Live without her?

Or more simply, Can I die without her?

Wine can't save my heart from waking up

And Positive thinking only held for a Day

Where, and who will I turn to?

What Woman can free me from my Hellish Existence

Oh But I long now for the love I once knew

Even if it be in another woman

But free me, Dear Lady

Free Me

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While I'm still in my state of Destitution

I am seeing many Bars pass

That I could experience  jail

What, Dear Lord

Have I done

That thou should curse me

And bid me this agony to this day?

I pray that the woman may come

For My new bed awaits

and A granite Headboard soon shall be