Hurting

Ever felt the coldness seep?
Or those whispering winds that wont let you sleep?
Those nights that fill with nothing but emptiness and vaguer.

Oh how the heart feels empty with that one.
While death sits with a mocking smile cocked like a gun.
His cold bony fingers touching your heart.

What once brang you life now gone.
For death had taken them by either illness, or gun.
Oh how his bony grasp knows how to empty our lungs.

We become depressed because the one we loved is dead.
Gone forever with the secrets you never got answered.
Emptiness just lays inside and one can't help but cry.