Inking Eternity

I could paint a million pictures
with the colours of your heart
And still nothing can ease a thing
And still it's ripped apart

I could write that grief is endless
that no star can now exist
That the universe is too small to
contain how much you're missed

That the sun and moon are violent
with the longing for your song
I could say all this and still son
We'll stay dead and you'll stay gone