I still can't grasp the reality
that I'm alone
With my children almost grown

I am the killer of smiles
The death of men again and agian

With no way to be weak
Only wish I could weep
And I never, never, never sleep

Trying to find what doesn't exist
Taking my life hard to resist
No substance of which to consist
I wonder if I'll even be missed

Maybe
but only if

The child inside
hasn't died

I am the death of machines
The killer of Love
Below and above
and everywhere in between

They still haven't
Granted our hour
to live our lives
Until they sour

How arrogant of you to expect me
to feel alive
When you know how I barely survive

I am the bringer of sadness and pain
watched over by dark clouds
and rain
The death of myself again and again