Quicksand

Now that you're gone, Forever and forsakenly gone, Now that I believe in you more than mine, Trust that my voice is your heart's shrine! I did not visit any Neverland, You and I were dust in the quicksand. You and I were both guests in this colossal homeland, We didn't want to be perpetually unplanned. Sometimes I feel I should talk to you immediately, Sometimes I try to forget your existence suddenly, Sometimes I want to dodge life's inevitable journey to death, Other times, your lap was my quiet bed. Soon I will discover the myth of the light, After that, your breath will be nothing but burning blight. Soon I will find out the way of living in the dark, Even now, I want to be the lowest-paid clerk in your arc. Walk with me to hell and heaven's gate, We don't know the reason for our fate. Pass this journey twice: Once literally, the other in your slice!