This is my rapture, my impending day of doom.. I have never felt so lonely, yet there you are sitting in my room. I wish I could go back in time, and save what we had..

Your voice is just a whisper, your touch is like the wind.. It's faint enough to be noticed, but too weak for me to care..

My never ending tears won't wash away the pain.. I want to take it all back and start again.. Your bags are packed, and your hugs are empty.. I would apologize if only you would let me..

This is my rabbit hole, the bottomless pit.. Falling into darkness, I'm afraid you've taken my soul. My feelings have run dry, the river is no longer flowing.. My heart has gone numb, and my mind has been set.

So if you could please turn back time, because I am at a loss for words. I have never been so lost, in a world full of maps. Directories to no where, or no where I want to be.. I ruined what we had, so you are no longer here with me...

The rabbit hole, I have jumped into is a long and dark one.. There is no light at the end, just an unknowing of who will catch me and when..

Love is treacherous, as is my heart. A never ending maze of locks and keys, one size fits all doesn't apply. I tore down your face as if it were nothing but a wall of vines, nothing more but a trail to climb. I saw the real you, your mask was gone.

I will never be happy in love, it isn't for me.. Nothing is, but it's a choice I have made. A choice which isn't refundable.. The ride has ran out of turns, my coins have disappeared.. No more turns on this carousel. Forever spinning wasn't forever like we'd planned.. Forever doesn't really last forever, nor does love. It will end, in it's own time.

Now what? What is there for me? There are no answers, no more questions, just a never ending epilogue to this unopened book.. The dust has been brushed away, the seems repaired but where are the words? Washed away by your white wash paint, a metaphor of your love. Our love, it's no longer printable. The ink isn't invisible, it just no longer stains the page. Scotch safe a book? Never. We just lost that special ink.

Rotting, decaying. Not really no, wandering down a path of blooming trees. Sure, life goes on. So does love, but not for me. I can't believe in something I can't feel...

Dance with me like it was yesterday, Don't mind that I can't dance. Your feet will be my guiding light, my path to take when lost. At long last, we dance. Your breath on my words, my rythm is long gone. Who needs rythm when you have the secret key to life? The secret key to your heart, our heart. Dance like we did yesterday, tomorrow isn't coming and I have lost the beat. The beat to the flowing river that keeps my eyes wide. Chaos is a rapture, a rapturous rhapsody. A rhapsody for us to dance, carry us away from the monotony. I can't dance, will you show me where to step? Dancing is at a loss but we must dance like it was yesterday. Nothing like yesterday, nothing like the memories of our past. I wish I could go back. To your arms.

Lets dance until our feet bleed and our sweat drains our souls.

Your soulless heart beats faster than mine..  Are you sure I'm alive?  Continuous repetitions of blood coursing through your veins, but its cold.  

Where is your passion?  Where is your warmth?

Where are you my love?  Your love is empty, fake.  How did I become wrapped up in your lonely?  Your fearful dread?

No more warm hands on my hips, no more love lacing my lips.  Your roses have thorns, they nip and they bite.  

Your lies are endless and wide.  Forever your soulless heart beats, mine long been silent.  Are you sure I'm alive?