I beg of you, where are you now?

I pray you hear my screams somehow.

The time through cries I know it not,

I know only what I have lost;

The dark outside confirms my thought.

Without you my body will fester, rot.

A dark, macabre notion, I'm aware,

To think I should die lying here.

But I await you,

And love's true hand,

Till then I cannot stand it.