To my own dismay it seems the more I push the more you sway
Yet you still wonder why i disappear when the dust meets day
Do not be discouraged
For I will settle when the fog is no longer gray
The sun rises and falls
Yet you still wish it would stay
Everything ultimately ends, but did it truly have to be this way
Our demise was sculpted by design
Like Michelangelo's lumps of clay
With a love like your's you make this lost sinner want to pray
Don't ever ask for a thing whatever you want.....you may.
& When you're gone the sky looks sort of gray
You were the drug and I relapsed
Felt like the continuum collapsed
We've been forsaken perhaps
Ensnared in emotional subconscious traps
The outsiders in my eyes resemble gnats
Shrouded in a sea of white noise
Where true feelings sink within the void.