these silhouettes strolled across, through the creaking bridge,
walked on it as if they didn't notice the noise,
stepped on it like they knew which path to take next,
but one thing they knew was that they had to cross over
without knowing it would break and took them down
and fed them to the raging waves below.

the traffic in your mind must have been so busy lately,
i couldn't even cross it and still can't.

i wanted to say that you left me with nothing,
but i'd be wrong.
you forgot to take these feelings away with you.

i dropped your picture in between thorny vines
with not enough space for my hand to pick it up,
yet still i tried to pick you out of there
a million times.

Here I am;
Cursed.
With all these songs to dance along.
With the rain drenching the ground.
Standing alone
Here
In the cemetery;
Confused.
Should I sway along to the melody?
Or
Should I mourn over the loss of the ideals I never had
With the ghosts watching in front of me?
Or maybe
I could just leave them alone with themselves,
Letting them rest in whatever state they are in.
Still, I am here;
Standing,
Thinking,
Cursing,
Wishing
My mind
To rest.