'no One Will Remember Me'

The components framing the sentences in my mind like trophies blissfully useless the verbal speech emanating from my voice, silent as stars the lyrics under lock and key in my vault of a heart, purposely erased Stop, oh just stop...the message is sound, authoritative, vivid Not a growing desire or a loving choice but now, labeled forbidden, restricted, off limits The very will to write...(sigh) attacked and lost like villagers in a Viking raid Please don't recite Anastasia committed thievery again please don't confess Anastasia annihilated the only means of getting through the day... she may as well have reached into my throat, my lungs stealing my breath A way to depart, say 'I quit'; I refuse to acknowledge its whereabouts but my ticket to relevance has been forfeited, taken up and given away my hollow reward for being a lonely narcotic boring speech in a boring moment my words so slow, even an infant would sleep peacefully in my arms The skin I'm in, the muscles I control, the bones I'm allowed to use denies me the necessity to dramatify my strife imaginate a personal million man symphony in the heart of one When I shouted 'I'm done' was it to Anastasia or did I say it audible enough for only myself to hear Did I say 'bon voyage' to the very cause of my grief without a parting gift or did I look at my reflection too late to realize what was missing It wouldn't leave much room for surprise I've been left unraveled, unfolded a pile of laundry forgotten at the foot of the bed Growing up, growing up sucks so now I'm just the kid on the balcony humming quietly 'Nobody will ever remember me'