In the eve of you forgetting me
I stood there bending my knee
My heart filled with implacable pleas
What more could I be…
What more should I be…
Nothing more than an ethereal flea
Stuck in an endless memory of thee

Ever since I was a kid
Love was in a state of undid
Given to the highest bid
A reality I could never rid
A thought that i couldn't lid


My Forgetful paradise
My ignorat vice
Accurst dice
When can my eyes
See my lawful prize
An ending where reality dies

Lies that ends with happiness
Truths that ends with sadness
I wish I could find a place
where I could catch my breath

Names have the power to become something more
It sits there brewing in minds of the mindless
Creating fractals of crystalline imagination
Making more and more meanings of nothingness
As the meanings suffocate the intent
And the understanding becomes more obscure
it will reach a precipice
of never being able to return to what it once was
Perhaps once it losses its meaning
I can write something new
as my imperfections blend into the meaning
and my heart turn in to letters
Perhaps then it can truly be mine

I don't know why I breath out
Is it because this breath is the only warmth I feel in this dreary night
Or is it because I revel in the memories of how cold it was before


I don't know why I breath in
Why feel this cold pain
Why must it make my existence
Why create a cycle that eventually ends

It's just that when I find you
My blood turns a dark shade of blue
But it's better than the eternity
Of the nothingness of clarity

The only thing In this beautiful ether
I hate more than you, blue wreather
Is my reflection of the deceiver

You Timeless speck of blue
You worthless shade of hue
I wish the future paints me new
Forever nothing like you knew

Should I ask them
As the curtains fall and the lights dim
Why my sadness filled their happiness to the brim
Why my misery made their teeth so sweet
Why this play was forever incomplete


Should I ask them why
As they cheer, as they stand and applaud
Looking at something so flawed
Savoring in my eternal defeat
The picture of nothing but deceit

Should I ask them
As their hands get tired and they slowly sit down
As the darkness engulfs me to drown
As my enemy slowly sits on the throne
Will my story ever be known