By the River Near the Field of Corn

I miss you like the river through a ravaging storm
I want to hug you until morn
You were my euphoria in human form
Without you I am forlorn
My bones are broken and my neck is torn
By a sickle full of scorn
I'm like a scarecrow in a field of corn
Hay and rags to myself I adorn
Fatally wounded with just one thorn
I gladly curse the day I was born
Will you be back while I mourn?
Or when I'm inside my urn?
I am waiting for your sweet return
Until there's no forest left to burn
I miss you like I have nothing else to yearn
Than to scatter your ashes from your urn
Down that river after the storm
And leave at twilight before morn
To be with my euphoria in heaven's form