No Herald

What reason is there to cry?
When whom you hold, is not I?
How can I stay and hold on?
When what we had is gone?

My eyes are closed shut,
But the image refuses to rot.
My ears are muffled well.
But the sounds still dwell.

Each tears that cascades down
Will collect and I shall drown.
In sorrow opal crystals shall join,
And the wraiths will become my loins.

Each cry that keeps still,
Will be freed, but it will not fill.
In anguish shrill screams dance,
As they burn with every glance.

Make me believe it what is not,
So I can find what was sought.
Have no herald come to me,
For it is betrayal you decree.

I am set as the sky, for I stand,
I will live with no one in hand.
Anguish will not take my heart,
For my soul is mine: it will never part.