Without Her

Cold is the coming dawn

With your warmth gone from me.

Dead is the loveless night

As your dreams steal my sleep.

Cold is the broken soul

Always in shadow.

Dead is the lonely heart

As despair bleeds it dry.

Cold is the roaming mind

Which in sadness wanders.

Dead is the spirit torn

So to rise no more.

Adam Field

@SK_Shepherd (I'm assuming the tags work like Facebook tags... but probably not. I'll figure it out as I go)