The moon's icy cold, silver stare continues to mock me,
As the waves of guilt and horror,
Consume every fibre of my being,

There's a nothingness that exists,
Where my heart used to be,
Because that heart has gone,
Away from me,
And alone with you,

I'm sorry,
With the heaviest of hearts I am sorry,
To be alone with you,
Is a wish and a curse,

The one begotten son.