Underoath: Cries of the past

It happened all so fast, heavy with sleep, my eyes closed...The next thing I remember was crawling out from the car,And seeing you lying thereHolding your head, kissing you for the last timeThe taste of blood on my lips...Your clothes torn apart, perfumed with gasIt seems like it was yesterday when the rain poured downI can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over againSaturday, December 4th:That night would become a grave,That would crush my heartJoy and laughter exchanged for grief, and silence.Searching for so long to find you,And the moment I did, you were ripped from me...Laying here on this empty shelf never to be read againIn these pages lies every memory of youThe wind blew your heart over my eyes,And I slept for days praying not to awake,But these dreams can only last so long.Facing the day looking through these tearsI'll always look back and remember that night...(... ? ...)Looking over that casket, seeing your face..Times of past rushing by..Touching your cold hand, wishing it would touch me backYou look so pretty lying there, just like the first day we metIt feels so real; like old times, but it's nothing, it's nothing...I can taste the stale air on my tongue.And death lights up the sky.Hope finds itself it and it ends, stopping at my thoughtsPictures of you help bring back the tearsWalking in the present, but living in the pastHow much longer will I embrace sorrow?From the moment that you entered my lifeMy whole outlook on love would changeYou brought out a happiness I didn't even know I had,And now you've gone, leaving without a goodbye...THAT GLASS HEART THAT RESTED IN MY CHEST HAS FALLEN AND SHATTEREDHere on, Lord, is the remains of a broken heartFor I have faith you can give me joy and life againDeath has fallen, but love covers meHeaven is now home to my angel of love