Bare, all in all so senseless
Her infectious nature
Taken so, unguarded. . .

The open wound, will never heal

Darkness, thus and so clouded
Scattered thoughts inside my head
A sordid absence

Though, her mind with all its answers
Moved out of reach
As unattainable, as she is now

Can you tell me what I can feel?

Silence, worthlessness and desire
You reach inside my destiny
I feel the emptiness

-Terry Rowland