Broken are the gates that hold my soul,
Forgotten are my memories of our love.
Lost is my hope for a bright future.
If my soul is lost,
and love should fade,
what future do I have.
The empty shell that is this body,
The shattered peices of this heart,
The purposeless presence of myself.
To die would be easy,
and to live a burdon,
but why die without cause.
The light of your furture,