Oh dear companion, how poor are you?
You closed your eyes, and the skies weren't blue.
The shining light reflects on your eyes,
Though it's empty and is cold as ice.
Your skin is pure like a white rose,
Tainted with blood from your wrist flows;
You're fierce enough to resist it all,
When your heart is fragile and starts to fall.
In the depths of your soul it all lies;
The grief is in your eyes and hides,
I look into the mirror, and there I see you,
Your persona is walking without a clue.
You whined, and you whined,
You whined like a lost child,
Searching for glee,
And from the pain to be free.
My mind wanders,
Into your ruptured heart it lands;
I endeavoured to make your heart beat,
Yet you put yourself to sleep.
I once heard jubilant giggles,
But at the moment I can hear void whimpers.
It's all from you—
Who was once my friend and true.
Yet you haven't passed away,
It's your SOUL in a coffin lays,
You are fleshly ALIVE in the cruel world,
But your soul fell into the underworld.
