Cigarette smoke and whiskey.. her perfume of regret.
Haunted every second by all the things left unsaid.

What choice was right... which choice was wrong?
Left in this cold empty place she calls a home.

The fire that was burning, he put it out.
The tranquil rain that was falling,
now a torment of drought.

All the songs she loved to play..
the lyrical prison no longer
keeping the pain at bay.

Love had too become her "Raven"
Mockingly taunting as it
tapped on the window
never wavering.

And those things that she believed before..
Just a ghostly dying ember and nothing more.