Playing With Loss

Daemonlord

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Like sand, the air, feels

I've lost the appetite for living
My watch stopped the day you died
I have an overdose of sorrow
That I can't overcome

Your image is still there
When I come to your room and look
Your presence is still there
When I pick up a toy you left
And play, with loss and grief

Your image is still there
When I come to the bath and search
Your presence is still there
When I pick up the razor