Does it ever grow back
Or does it become a ghost
Fading from view
With every hurt
Turning in the end, so dark
Is the pain a dark plague
Terminating the host
What is the truth
Will it turn to dust or dirt
Does the dead flesh decay
Is it so wrong
To love another
Why go on
If I become
Incomplete
Grieving
Sleeping so long
Desiring only to dream
In solemn silence
Nothing left but quiet
Replete with sorrow
Tell me please
What is there to live for
If the organ I love with
Is gone
