When, after a life spent in debauchery, the reaper comes to take this fleeting life away,
Will you weep as you would for your lover?
Would you mourn for my soul?
Slowly crossing over The Styx,
Never to return...
Would you look above, at the skies,
And wonder if with the heavenly choirs I dwell,
Or would you stare down,
With fear imagining me burning under the devil's flames...

As the mists of memories rise,
Would you still raise your head and glance ahead?
Maybe hoping, hoping that somehow I'd make it back home,
Home after a long journey...
Dear, my journey here is done,
I've lived,
Lived fast and died young...

Or, or will you forget me...
Will you erase my face from your eyes,
Will you bury my love with me?
In the grave?
Will you, like the sea,
Wash away all the time,
All the time spent together?

Will you remember the taste of my lips?
Would you still feel my hands caressing your back?
My arms around you, to protect you...

Or will I, if it was ever possible, glance down
And see a deserted place,
Leaving a void in my heart,
For I fear you would have been gone,
Disappeared, like a phantom...
© solum_orbis