I cannot look into her eyes
They burn me like the sun does
Her words are so cold they freeze me
My confidence has been undone
I thought that we would be happy
Happiness does not exist
Only the absence of pain does
Which will be dearly missed
Her little box of secrets
Marked with morning, noon, and night
Her words her eyes and happiness
Are her black splinter everynight
She is my pain of memory
Without her I'm content
But sadness now consumes me
Are you grasping my lament
It's not the words she's said to me
But everything she has not
Her secrets are consuming her
And the dreamy life she's sought
Her words and her eyes Black Splinter everynight