Here I walk in the midst of the end of time
Chained to your memory
Tarnished, yet functional

Here I stand in the midst of the end of time
Pierced by your thorns, I let it bleed, admiring your work
You drove a blade through my heart and gave me a tool to refine the edges of my soul

Here I sit in the midst of the end of time
Your existence is a drug, and with no desire to rehabilitate, I call everyone by your name
I am swimming in uncharted seas. Swimming in currents of insanity.
Knowing that you will never return, but forever hoping you'll arrive anyway

Here I lay in the midst of the end of time
I cry myself to sleep saying your name
I look across the room thinking I hear you answer me
Until I realize I never opened my lips, and you aren’t there at all