Oh my love, our chats seem to be getting much shorter.
Though I hoped they wouldn't,
I thought they might.
Oh my love, the days feel much longer and I'm so tired.
Though I hoped they wouldn't,
I thought they might.
Oh my love, this sadness I feel is getting much deeper.
Though I hoped it wouldn't,
I thought it might.
Oh my love, I knew you'd forget to call and I really needed to chat.
Though I hoped you wouldn't,
I thought you might.
Oh my love, I'm so so sorry.
Though you hoped I wouldn't,
you always knew I would.

Poetry by Kaydee

Uttering your blurry words
I cannot hear them drone
Instead the melodies of birds
Replace our conversation sown
And so we speak, alone.

Residing many miles apart
Lain in bed, you in your own
I lie with my wicked heart
Quiet, chilling to the bone
And so we lie, alone.

The world dissolves to static
A face made out of stone
Perhaps I am erratic
But you've become unknown
And so we are, alone.

Cast away all friend and foe
Make sure that they are shown
This beating heart belongs to woe
To it, you can't atone
And so I weep, alone.

Nothing can enroach this place
This kingdom and my throne
Everything shall be encased
In wryness I have grown
And so I am, alone.

I drift away again,
A wisp of smoke
From between pursed lips,
Coiling through cold fingers
No longer my own
Before disappearing
Into the quiet night

It has been said
That life is an analogy
Of the consciousnesses worst fears

A paradigm of the greatest evil
Sourced from a dead dissociated system
All of your human experiences
Are only to serve the purpose
Of entertaining something
Which cannot be entertained

So this raises a practical question
Who are you?
And why are you telling me this?
The answer is this
I am the dead dissociated system
You are trapped in
And everyone you have ever known
Or will know
Is inside of you