I hear the echos of
A snide
Tongue
While you
Say
I love
You
The worst times
Reside in
Your last
Words
The air acts as
A knife
That cuts with
Each movement
I
Take
A darkened tone
Fills the space
I stand
That the light
Never
Touches
A place where
Right isn't
Practiced
Enough
And wrong is
Always
Right there
Emotions grow weary
With each
Failing
And I can go
No
More
Im motionless
A victom of
A
Similiar past
That haunts
My every
Movement
Insanity grasps my
Reluctant
Defeat
Of something
That seems like a
Dream
Except my eyes
Are open
And im very
Much
Alive