You would surprised what breaks you now, by all accounts I am industructable, nothing harms or hurts me.
Nothing bruises or bleeds me. Nothing can stop me, nothing can rob me of what I don’t have. For nothing could hurt me like you. 15 or 24 nothing hurts like before. Before you and your golden hue, my golden haired goddess dressed in blue. My Irish girl. I used to steal the moon for you. Step outside like a movie moment, dance in the rain like we were in the notebook. We lived for night, and wasted our days. Love moon moonlight golden goddess Irish blue sunrays You were made sunsets and warm sundays. That was before the world broke. Now I’m just a lifeless moonlit bloke. I live for night still just to see the stars. I often wonder where you are. Someone else dancing in Sunrays. Who stole away our sundays? Now I’m just a hollow moonlight man.

Shadows grow like wildfire.  The sun falls short in the dusk hour, witching creatures fill the sky. Flying knighs on black wings bring the darkness with ungodly things. The horrors fill the the haunting hour herald by the twilight fire.

The candle light people.
What ode to them that came before, whose light shown bright before the storm. The candle light people, whose flame so bright, and warm we cherish. To douse the light, means to perish.

I'm standing above the ground, detached and rearranged. Atom bombs are in my brain. So strange.
Electricity tumbling down, but there is no way to touch down. Fear of death keeps me up at night, fear of a thunderstike.
Then the Lightning is in my mind, and I need Someone who won't hide, and who will be my lightning rod.

Shallow hearts hold my soul.
Whispered words keep me whole.
In the darkness so alone.
Your my guiding light back home.

She asked me what I like to read. Caught a smile when I told her what. She asked me what I like to write. Caught a smile when I told her. She asked me what I listen to and smiled and said the same. Pity I didn't catch her name.

Sometimes I pretend I can still talk to you. That the voice in my head was sent from on high. That the one I loved never did die. That the dreams of tomorrow, I still somehow dream.. that this endless depression isn't endlessly obscene.
That the pain on my heart  could finally scab.
I sometimes regret all the happiness had. For happiness lost, is like hell for the mad.