The One Last Psalm

I don't know if I can write for you again, for the spirit in me is burning too low. And it may seize to burn anytime... So here I sing my last Psalm for you..

The scar in my heart is bleeding fresh,
The burning blood is hard to suppress;
It slices like a knife, I'm going insane,
Wishing I could show you love once again.
My love is on its way to the grave,
What do I do? But now its too late;
All the sweet memories, that's all I crave,
After all, who was I to make you wait?
I wish I could reverse the time,
And never have to see that look in your eyes;
Can't stop crying, can't stand the pain,
To know that you will never happen again.
A day is on its way,
Past the tide of time;
When you may even think,
I was nothing, but slime.
To have left you suddenly,
Ran away like a coward;
You, clueless of what I did,
Me, left without being confronted.
But this pain I face, this aching,
Is enough to sing the song;
That I was true and loyal,
And loved you all along.
These bleeding chambers of my heart,
Are emptier than these hollow words;
When I silently whisper your name,
They chime at depressingly low chords.
We, as one, thought would be great,
But don't know why, wasn't so for fate.
So here I am, all alone,
Losing my mind, but I have to move on;
Though I perish to ruin,
My last beat, for you, will forever remain!