Why do I grasp at the life I cannot have?
I am forbidden from experiencing the love I so crave
The love that I gave
The love I once received

The past always comes back to haunt me
I only see ghosts of what once was
Each breath I take,
He is there in the wind
There in the rain
The sun
Here

Each second that passes I seem to be letting go
Of the reality I live in
I comfort myself with false fantasies
Of love and peace
Of my heart being whole

Edgar, my good sir, I have an answer
Yes, you can grasp them with a tighter clasp
You can save someone from their pitiless wave
But I've learned that no matter how much you hold on
You only have the memories to save
Because others do not truly care

Mr. Poe, Mr. Poe,
What of myself?
How can I save my own soul from this
Labyrinth of suffering
When I choose to hold on to
Seemingly nothing?