As sand through my finger My blood has flown away. The lymph that once fed my roots Has dried In every part the trunk that sustained Me is now consumed. Just a meaningless flowing into my veins The monotonous pulse in mi ears brings me To a reality I despise: What once was is no more Anger asks me why But there's no answer that can bring relief No gesture which doesn't remind me No word that can ease this pain Just the feeling of loss The feeling of loss is something that lasts And fills your soul with his emptiness The perpetual companion of my sleepless nights And idle days.