in times like dwindling grave wood
I rest in despair
the fire is obseleate, as my heartbeat is not pulsating how it should
where is the flare
the darkness is clawing like a scarecrows nails
made of wire and ice
the further I fall, the harder the storm hails
what is this thing called life
it is hard to understand these emotions
all concocted tonics and potions
that poision and diseases
that burns and freezes
what are these cold droplets that happen when I'm insecure
why do I feel this huge hole in my core
does this happen to all of you as well as me?
is this natrual in your humanity
I never felt this way before I was changed
it feels obtuse, errelivent, deranged
I had hope for things that I might try
you said I would never suffer, I'd never cry
I had a glimpse of what I might have
now I shink, get hot, go mad
I hope this isn't a road to eternity
because it seems my dreams are empty
but I have to plead for a better day
I have to hope there's a better way
what more can I say!
what can I do now you aren't here to stay?
please tell me
you were here for so long
you say it wasn't meant to be!
so why does it feel so wrong
why did we part in a way like this
no farewell no final kiss
you just laid down and left
how did you succumb to death???
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