I am lost by the wayside of a corner table that sits amongst the pine needles that have fallen from the trees.  Life sings songs of silly sadness that rearranges the waves of water wafting through the thick night.  Instant karma descends from deposited decorations dissolving in dark patches on the sand.  Sixty sounds surround my crown of impeccable solitude.  I, me, you, us, we, together, in another reality.  Scorned by the slightest touch of temptation tickling my tiny feet.  Fell from fathoms upwards to the surface.  If you would only try, I would send the darkness away for good, send the darkness away for good, send the darkness away...You left like a lioness on a slinking slithering sight seeing tour.  I, I could give you, give to you, things that the others could only imagine in their sick, twisted, unhappy fantasies of ******* false facts.  Open, please, open the gates the rake in my rafted soul sinks slowly towards the top of the titular hill, where you remember the ghosts grab the living, send them descending into the under-realm where we last forever, always, together, you.  Basking in the blocking blackness of not hearing your voice for fifty five days, away from you this sadness turns blue like a clue into the ripples of my heart.  The tearing apart of a dream, a lost lark that thinks thousands of thoughts every single second.  I—I told you once, the one thing that matters most to me.  You.