So I'm up.
Tired though from the battles I have had to fight in the night,
Alone though,
With my subconscious,
And thoughts of you.
Day's started,
And I know not what I am required to do,
Expected to do,
If not sit here and cry for you.
Another name on the list,
Another epitaph on the graveyard that is my soul.
Here lies the man full of lies,
The lives you took,
The joys you killed.
Your death shouldn't come as a shocker,
But no.
Why so?
When the happiness I took,
Was all spared for you.
The lyrics to a beautiful song,
Transformed into sadness so deep you could cut with a knife.
And watch the blood flow so peacefully,
A joy I am yet to see,
Feel,
You in ways I thought we both would.
Didn't we say we would dance forever?
Under the sun or in the rain?
High and low and wide and thin.
Lay your hand on my waist,
Spread my arms out, let me fly.
Replay the titanic.
I opened my eyes,
And nothing but the iceberg,
Cold like your heart,
And my warm smile, slowly turned upside down.
The sun is out,
And I am up,
But the cold in me,
As real as the iceberg.
Let me die a cold death,
Another on the list of deaths,
In the graveyard that is my soul.
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