This twisted, mass-less, Foggy madness. Knows to what i drive when i do not.
And the hands promising to never let go, Have slipped away, As was once foretold.
But there is no hatred, No screaming of "WHY!?" The expectation, leaves no room for lies.
Only misunderstanding, the woe that one feels. When one suddenly realizes, "With this, I can't deal"
No apologies needed, How could you have known? If even, by the mouths of mad seers, you were told.
This was never your battle, and I'm greatful you tried. But for now, I can't look at you.
Your picture reminds me of the cost of my journey. The screams, late at night, bitter thoughts left unburied. And the impenetrable haze, fueled by guilt and blame, Will never be cleared as long as i see your name.