“Lost”
The room is silent and cold;
My little slice of heaven you stole.
Only you would disagree and say
It was something I freely gave.
Tell me, why are you still here?
The pounding of your heart, so near;
Your darkness swallowing me whole
As if you have the right to maintain your hold.
I already walked through the door,
But you refuse to leave my core.
I must find a way to be free
Or forever be haunted by your memory.
God, please help me rise
And tear me from his eyes;
So, in the mirror, I will see
What remains of me.
