What matters now?
That my love was true, untarnished
For you have gone, walked away
And now the mist holds me in his arms.
Cold warmth, yet something still
To lean on, hold fast and cry my fill.

What matters now?
You have run,
From cold tears and warm smiles.
Forgotten
Bitter kisses, sweet fights.

What matters now?
That I remain alone.
And the sharp pictures-
Demonic love and angelic lust.
How your hand sought mine in the darkness.
How your lips breathed against mine
Softly, then like a tempest unleashed
Closer, closer still.
Until it felt an eternity
To be in your arms.

And now the mist holds me
In his cold arms.