Wall to wall shadows, but no one hears my screams. The world fades to black, a
mist fills the air. My pain slowly retreats into the depths of who I used to be.
Surrounded by the past, trying to move through the fog, my priorities lay in a haze
What is there left for me now?
He who evades my space
He who loved me unconditionally
He who showed me pure ecstacy.
I who pushed and pushed
I who loves unconditionally
I who showed him how wrong I could be.
Yet the clock slowly tics on, and my beating heart has died; Then revived by my will
to go on, to stop the tears. To love no matter how much has changed or how much I
hurt, or still hurt for the time that is lost!