I would trade a dollar fifty just to have a moments peace
And it may not seem much, but in truth, it's all I have
The winding of the clock on my wrist seems to never ever cease
And all my friends try to reassure me it's not that bad
But each ticking, talking second speaks to me in a impish voice
Waving goodbye as they jump out my window pane
Too much work, so much trouble, popping bubbles called my dreams
As the ticking, talking rings around my brain
So let's trade

There is nothing that comes free in this world of hollow shells
And the only thing more hollow are the victories
For as time rolls by the lines in my face become more evident
And my eyes squint as I try to look for grasses green
Every noise that enters my ear, every person who beckons me
Is a clamp upon my chest leading to a heart attack
So many things that I've done in the past and presently
That I find the hardest thing's not looking back
So here's my dollar fifty

I know you read, hear this, know this entire rhyme to be as true
As the blue we try to paint on greyer skies
I would beg you take my money now, because the clock is ticking down
With this poem alone at least half an hour's gone by
So I get on my knees and pray for one minute and thirteen seconds
To the one who outlasts space and all time
I would be lying if I said I didn't feel my age counting down the hours
So all I can do is pray for peace of mind
And offer my dollar fifty

You took my innocence
You took my sense of safety
You took my ability to trust
You changed my feelings on intimacy

But you gave me much more
You gave me awareness
You gave me caution
You gave me a blazing fire

A fire that burns inside
A fire to fight with
You had absolutely no idea
How much stronger I would be

You took my sense of safety
My ability to trust
But you gave me even more
A am forever a fighter

You
kiss the chill
upon my nose
each day
as
I
awake
smiling again
at the pieces of dreams found
fitting perfectly inside these solemn eyes
Caught, just before they disperse in each morn's dewy mist,
opening wide the cold topaz with fresh fires
which burn unanswered questions
into each new
sky
as
I
feel you there
in the warmth of Sun's new embrace
a gentle touch upon my upturned face
Held up, within the stubborn day,
when Normality beckons me
slowly,
Waiting
for shadows to be cast,
so that you may walk amongst them;
on the edge of my perception
Only
to return, later,
in our long sleeps final blink,
to the blissful night where
we dance upon
the stars
again
until,

we almost...

we were so close, this time.

Remembrance hits - I fall to bits.

"Why did you have to die?"