Rotting Fruit on the Table of the Deserted House

The mountains are growing

Vastly toward the open sky,

Their peaks unexposed,

For the meddlesome clouds

Cover them thickly,

Your soul has gone to rest

In the midst of those clouds,

I cannot see your light anymore,

You have faded into the next

Dimension,

I have failed you;

Daylight shines my way no longer,

I am shut away form the world

Because you drifted away,

I can no longer go this way,

I--------------am--------dro---w—ni—in---ing

Away from all l---ov---ve.

Rotting away in my own self pity,

Your spell of eternal life has been

Cast away,

This numb corpse will

Wait through hours of torture,

Hoping to one day decay and

Fly home to you.