crouched in a corner of committed suicide..
A thousand screams of shattered glass reflect our past...
In a slience of sililoques...and sweet silhouettes..
Broken past my fractured heart..never to be mend again...
Chained to a pond of memory in my mind..
Aside it...the voice of thought ripple it's surface ,
Like blue scarfs whipping in the wind...
backflashes enter my mind like the steps of psychic insight..
Unable to fight tears they roll down the cliffs of my cheeks..
Crashing in to more boulders...

Seeping thru the walls the souls of nostalgia..
The hands of time point onward but I cannot leave...
Your ghost is forever upon my shoulders like
The weight of your sudden absence...
Who would of thought something so quick
Could hurt for so long..
We were meant to be or so it seemed..
is happiness but a worm that blossoms to sorrow..?
Or have i misjudged the whispers of the touchstone in my heart?
I used to think,..you know.. us..?
Was the purest love ever to be felt..
But what is love unless it's mutual..
How can love be mutual with a spirit..
i brought you flowers the other day..I sang..
But..Did u hear it..
i guess i'm supposed to have faith...
Another impalpable submission..
I was saved by the hands of Your grace
And wasn't there at your last breath..
Not even there to listen..
They say the thing you think about the most when you die..
Is what you will return to when you cross..
Well...I'm thinking of you now..
I take it you already know my next thought..
Drinking the unprescribed elexir..so keep the doors open..
Just to wake up in some unowned white garments..
I'm in denial to the litmus test of this loves purity..
but no matter how hard i try n fake
The next time i'll kiss you will be in memory
Love.