Sweetest pain Comes to take Any remnant of you From the bitterest world. Love was never the trip spent well, For I did find my comfort in Hell. You spit forth tears, in your missing passion, While I spit flame, atop buried sensations. A planet held high Over where you did die In a place, where you fell Out of love, out of my spell. For I gave the world, Only for it to be Out of reach, And did it ever whirl? Did it ever spin While you were nestled in? The cherished moments, While I will waste smiles On the ongoing miles Through bitter defeat, For your kiss was never a drop more Than a feeling of perception, A place in heart, a cruel deception.