oh sweet vase of heartbreak!
Harbinger of diluted inequity, cursed by your transgressions
hold your tongue, hold your tongue if only for the night
let me hold you for one last time, let my hands be yours
it'll be a miracle if you fought past your demons
yet making my deathbed seems inevitable
my tomb, my tomb, my declaration to all
without you I am nothing but hollow and empty
my heart has divided and pulled apart
sword sheathed at my side, my hands away
I yearn for one minute more, strive for your return
it's cold and empty in a broken house
my lungs are shaking and my breaths are shorter
frost covered romance urging me to come home.