Devotion - Inner Missing

…The last drop of faith has fallen

I hold your broken body on my broken arms…

On the meadows

Of serenity

We used to walk

In our azure dreams

We used to be so beautiful and still

We never thought of fate

That haunted us.

We were chained

By delusion of our lust

And engaged

By the rain of autumn

We danced

In the silver moonlight

We danced

Entwine…

How could it all be lost?

How could it all be broken?

I ask the skies

Why they bereaved

You of me

I crave

On my knees

But they don’t hear

My devotion…

The skies are indifferent

To our pain and tears…

Tears… they will fall

With the rain

To my wounds…