Two months
Until it's been a year.
My greatest fear.
You're never coming back.
I don't know if I can live with that fact.
What the **** is the point?
Baring your body with
No soul.
Infinite paths
One road.
Hiding all the parts of you
That only she knows.
I want to grow.
But I don't know if I can.
Memories holding me back again.
Impending doom
Weighing me under.
And your voice is still my favorite sound.
Still no comfort to be found.
The tables are turning.
And I'm still yearning.
I'm meant to be six feet down.
Undergound.
No ******* sound.
Your voice still makes me bound.
I'm choking on the words I said.
The words you clearly never meant.
Life makes no ******* sense.