Life was evil, meniacle then

Beauty perpetuated.

Such devouring , burning

an aching in my being.

My soul

its very existance became known.



I've never noticed a void existed

until it became full.

A void, that once emptied

not all the waters of all the oceans

all the dams and rivers

all the lakes and streams

the puddles and the dew drops on the grass

condensation on my glass, the drops of life,

the vapor in my breath

could ever refill.

Not all the elements of the stars,

the dusts amongst the galexies

Not all the souls of this world,

nor those of another, that ever were and ever will be.

Not the sands of time nor the turning of the tides.

Not the absence of life,

nor the most beautiful fall evening.

Absent is the beauty i had once known.


I'm waiting for the day we meet again

And my hope lies only in the next life.

Speed up this miserable and lonely existance

Torture has never been so cruel.


What has my soul done?

What crime has it so vengfully commited

that i be damned to walk alone?


Adieu, until we meet again love.

It will be a wonderful day.