Now That You're Gone

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Now that you're gone
I can see in my life
the burden of darkness
that awaits me.

There is no chance,
no hope of turning back.
My nights are cold and black,
and I have nothing left
of joy and laughter,
only fading memories.

Now that you're gone
I still cling to my life,
grasping at a thread of sanity,
but I thought long ago
that meaning would unfold for me.

Instead I wander aimlessly
through a twisted maze,
crushed by the awful weight
of unwanted possibility,
while shadows fall on all I see.