Only to harvest their souls

I'm seeing the Sun rises and sets everyday

But I can't see you

I see the Moon shining it's Silver Rays every month
But I can't see you

I see the Spring and its beautiful views every year
And I still can't see you

And now .. with the pieces of my broken heart that can go through the eye of the needle
With your face that I see on every Flower

Thinking of a wise man that once said

Just walk that way .. and believe in yourself

I did that and more .. still no result
Started to think to myself

I have better chances to see the angels before seeing you

One Angel particularly

And no I'm not talking about Cupid

I'm talking about the one with The Dark clothes
The Dark Face … The Scythe
The One who come to see The People
Only to harvest their souls

The One who drag all the Sinners to the Depth of Hell ..
Yet … He was disappointed when he came to me
For I was a Human No More

Since I have no soul anymore
Because It was the Last Thing I've given you

And Now .. I just live in the deepest part of Hell
I'm just Far …. Far Away from you