When I sigh, it signifies
All that I wanted
All that you promised me
All that is gone
Black petals from a solitary rose
Is the metaphor I'm reduced to
Weeping and waiting
In an everlasting cold
Pain is ignorable
But collects itself over time
And the moonlight . . .
The night clouds the sense of existance
Haven't you felt that?

From the start, I knew
You were something from Pandora's box
Unfortunately, though,
I was wrong . . .
. . . When I thought you were hope . . .