I'll always miss the light in your eyes,
sweet distance I've cherished from you and your lies,
but you're not Malicious, it was me who was lost.
I'd hesitate and stumble not knowing the cost.
My heart's still beating so fast-
Stationary Vibrations
That I thought wouldn't last.
and I'm not even moving, anymore.
Is this not over?
My stomach feels like a washing machine,
as I await a gain of closure,
but from action. If you only knew what I mean.
A rainy night like this, so dark and familiar.
My intentions are 180,
yet I still lack an emotional filter.
What's done is done,
but my mind won't stay in line,
it wanders, and wonders.
Did I even make you ponder?
Message from a bottle, a bracelet to give away,
an apology off my chest,
and an instrumental sentiment to replace what I had bust.
Although I'm still hectic,
I've learned through times chaotic
that there is controlled madness,
a deep understanding found in the most lingering sadness.
I will always forgive you, even though I mean nothing to you.
I'll always miss the light in your eyes,
sweet distance I've cherished from you and your lies,
but you're not Malicious, it was me who was lost.
I'd hesitate and stumble not knowing the cost.
Now photos haunt me like corpses,
memories frozen in time.
Souls at some point in their lives
both melancholic, and sublime.
Trying to be free spirited,
is harder with a heart of lead.
I shut down, quiet but responsible
for the thoughts in my head.
My biggest weakness,
I don't leave things in silence.
Even if they're past pretense,
you can't humiliate someone who has no shame.
I'm so done with this game,
but I can't stop playing for fear of not breathing.
So I'll isolate in my leaving,
and wait til I rot down to my core.
No matter how many books I read to escape,
I'm still haunted by the symbols within the lore,
a foretold romance gone black and full of sorrow.
Give your mind a break, but emotional scars will still be there tomorrow.
There is no cure, that is for sure
to rid me of this sadness.
I've perhaps died in another dimension,
or reality and my life is purely bogus,
a dying dream.
You were thing the only thing as real as you seem.
Although I'm still hectic,
I've learned through times chaotic
that there is controlled madness,
a deep understanding found in the most lingering sadness.
