The Sorrow Of My Smile

The sorrow of my smile
is a hundred leagues deep
and a thousand miles wide
and a million years old
but you aren't even here to know

The burnin of my tears
is a hundred hells hot
and a thousand flames fanned
and a million seas vast
but you aren't even here to ask

The hollow in your voice
is a hundred knives sharp
and a thousand kisses cold
and a million martyrs slain
yet I'll be there to die of you again.

- 16 September 2009