Lost in a battle
between what is
And what used to be.

Inbetween the cracks
Of my hearts desire
I linger
Between the faithfulness
Of a love song
And the suicide
Of a love that went wrong.

My hands are gripping
For something to hold,
Something unbreakable,
Unmakeable
Something unique.

I'm lost between visions
of your happy faces,
like filling an entire page
with empty spaces.

I'm lost like a train
on a one way track-
Without direction,
without turning back

I'm confused with words
like a foreign language spoken
I'm confused with your love
Which has left me broken

Broken between what is-
And what it used to be.

It's the shadow that follows --
It's the brooding moor
That's all that awaits
Beyond every door

Like a strong current
That pulls under ice
Like coal-hued clouds
Blocking the skies

The black dog
The dark hound
The soul fog
The void's sound

A figure, cadaverous,
With Anubis' head
A personal Cerberus
Guarding the dead

A dawn that won't break
A tunnel without ends
A room with no doors
Unmakeable amends

The black dog
The dark hound
The soul fog
The void's sound