Lust.

Among the withered dying trees
Where nothing lives but past,
You'll find me, alone, tormented
By burning never-ending lust.

Where angels spill their tears of blood
Upon forgotten shallow graves,
Where dead birds sing no more,
Among the beggars, thieves and slaves.

In empty house where once we lived,
Where love has once been frequent guest
There's a soul that cries for you
Still beating heart within it's chest.

Though worry not, and never think
Of pouring rain, of days long gone,
Of bitter pain, of broken vows,
That there will be no more dawn.

In silent prayer to deaf God
You'll find me down on my knees.
Where i forever wait for you
Among the withered dying trees...