He sits alone in
the darkened room
Mourning for a lost love
Echoes of the past, painful
like a thousand icy blades
ripping through his soul
The pain of penetrates to the core
A great, sad beast keening in the night
Calling for something, anything
to fill the void in his heart
Praying for succor from gods he
no longer believes in
a future in a world he
no longer cares for
There's no one to answer
no little man to spin
the scattered pieces of his life
into gold
