Hack

So now I'm back home again. Too reluctant to work... Well, let me just remember the poem which I wrote 2 years ago.

There's no sound:
Night has stolen everything;
There's no melody -
And I'm tearing the strings.
I won't hear his voice again,
I won't feel his touch...
The darkness came forever,
Locked sunshine in the hutch.
Underneath my skin
A little heart is bleeding.
If I've done something wrong,
Could I ever be forgiven?
My memories - it's all that's left to me,
I didn't wanna be your enemy...
This damage will not fade away,
This pain won't just abate.
The time won't heal!
It'll never kill
Your memory, don't wait...
And I'll never get out of this hole,
It will always be that dark and cold.