It's been one month.
I Know It's Over.
At nightfall, all is still
Grimacing shadows lurk without sound
You allege, “Amor caecus est”
With your sacred head now blest
If the night pursues you
Attempt not to flee, remain steadfast
Only then you’d know your worth
Then depart with joy and mirth
We remember, our memories never depleting
That ghastly morn, when all was still
The truth the flames now speak of
No one escapes from death nor love
I miss you very much Jason.