Heartache sears deeper than any blade The grieving of the heart, hurts more than mortal wounds The silent screams- a prayer to death A prayer to ease, this grip of torment A plea to loosen the noose of sorrow But it never stops, And I tremble in fear that it never will, 'cause even in death, my heart, still calls out your name And in the endless vacuum of darkness, my heart beats to the rhythm of yours