Memories To Bury Myself Alive

'I DEFY YOU STARS! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! ! The sun to rise above all others Gracing Earth with its mere presence Eclipsing all other beauty to befall my weary eyes Has set for the final time, has at last burnt out The make believe picture we painted Of us seated upon a bench Twixt a field of budding roses in loving embrace Cascaded into a paper plane taking off into the night While I, fast asleep, too slow to capture it once again Such is the dreaded fate of me A cruel joke it was seen as at first For it was the Holiday of Fools But as light shown through the blinds Truth awoke from its shadowy dream A permanent, blatant blow to the heart Disastrous, catastrophic, personal doomsday' Here, this day, I die; deceased Please, don't look at me See the tears rain down from my cheeks I only hope I am deceived Some miscommunication of the letter Though as far as I know She has never directed a lief towards me This is not a farse, just a confirmation of my greatest fears How could I have missed the signs, the signals How high are my blinders She plainly, blantantly spoke of how we were destined to be separate We were never meant to be It was all a fairytale made up in my own head Three and a half years of my life labeled regretfully wasted And once again, thrice is my unholy, cursed number Memories, I bury myself alive in them Bury myself alive underneath the songs I've dedicated Bury myself alive underneath the laughing times The sad and loving times Everything left of us is being swept away by the broom of recognition She is now my past And I'm among the company of dirt Being thrown away with the trash My love for her lit the night sky with tiny stars A mosaic in the heavens But the angel in my dreams Has become a delusion in reality I am now the archangel falling slowly back to my hole in the ground The grass, my permanent burial ground since I refuse to get up again Juliet, she has stolen my legs I have lost the will to stand up again Juliet, she has taken back her gifts to me: my eyes No matter; I'd rather remain blind Before I wake up and start to scream This has to be a dark dream... 'I DEFY YOU STARS! ! ! ! ' JULIET! ! ! ! COME BACK! ! ! ! ! COME BACK, JULIET, COME BACK! ! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! Juliet...I am but copper and she, a fist full of gold She has the tendency to grow old with happiness While I'm subject to mold Juliet...she was my fantastic garden of serenity and Overwhelming beauty I can't tell anyone enough She was the delicate hummingbird I adored In her presence, I was a glorious prince But my title: stripped, removed; what am I now I am a bridge struggling not to collapse The wooden boards creak and ache from age A one-sided war so plain Juliet, my princess...Juliet, my life... Now she is intertwined in another, destined a wife, engaged While I insist in becoming tape so I don't unravel and waste away But I'd rather disassemble where I plant my feet Than witness her in a wedding dress, coated in white and bright smiles Hearing the wedding bells sing our starting love song to my misery A happy ceremony meant for the abundance of two But I am the loneliest number and it tears me up 1, never to be 2 again But I feel like a zero