Gone
Inkubus sukkubusGone, the sky has turned an inky black
Gone, the world’s become an empty place
Gone, now I’ll never see his face
Gone are his eyes of brown
Gone is his wrinkled frown
Gone is the smell of musk
Gone the thrill of morning lust, now he’s
Gone, there’s a hollow in the bed
Gone, now I wish that he were dead
Gone, are the days he spent with me
Gone, now that I am finally free
Gone are his desperate pleas
Gone, when he was on his knees
Gone, the hollow I love yous
Gone, the never-ending blues, now he’s gone
Gone, the bell has tolled its final peal
Gone, was our love so very real?
Gone, the crow has called its sorry song
Gone, now the man is truly long gone
Gone is the golden dawn
Gone are his looks of scorn
Gone is the misery
Gone, the times he laughed at me
Gone, the threats of suicide
Gone, my hope to be his bride
Gone, the throes of ecstasy
Gone, all the jealousy, now he’s gone