The Pace of Grace

As I Pace, Within The face, Of Grace, I Yearn For the day, that I take your place, Grief stricken, a nasty taste, I run into sorrow, with extreme haste, A feeling so deep, that I cannot trace, a poison so deadly, a venomous lace, as I slowly sink deeper, I feel the disgrace, for it moves quickly now, my heart starts to race, with a sad smile, that I cannot erase, is one that hurts you, I would surely replace, as now a happy feeling, I dream of the chase