The world keeps spinning
Life keeps living
Twice my world has been torn apart
Once they have stolen my soul
But now they have taken my heart
Without a soul I am to live
But with naught a heart...
What should I be?
The day the sky mourns not
As if it had never been
Though I'm sure if that'd be the case
I wouldn't feel nearly so dead
His thoughts, his smile, his voice
They haunt me
As if I hadn't been left empty
When I whispered that last word
"...Elliot?"