..between my fingers, glide softly through my hand, until my touch can no more linger and our proximity disbands.
Into the dark in fear of light, they seem to disappear, or is it that they escape, from my appearance, oh my dear.
Fly you bloody bastards, away and don’t come back, as I will do the same and never turn my head..
Begone! Is our relation, our paths have split their ways and never shall you feel, the same as in old days.
As distance grows between us, the feelings start to fade and like the darkest skies, we turn cold and look away.
Once so close and now abandoned, lie our hearts too far away, as nothing can relieve the pain and make the darkness go away.