In and out of my life, like a passing trend, like ink from a pen, like the ghost that you, like the ghost that you, like the ghost that you, slept with that night. I cannot see past this wall in my head, an emotional barrier, how could I fuck up so hard? I can now see that you thought everything was okay, and yet you still so blindly say, “It’s not meant to be”. A long lost act of chivalry, the spark I wanted to be, cannot ignite your mediocrity. A long lost act of chivalry, the spark I wanted to be, cannot ignite your mediocrity. Holding onto hope, no ambition, I have forgotten my mission. Holding onto hope. This bastard’s knife, at my throat. The wisdom’s sting, after every single word that you wrote. But this knowledge, this knowledge hurts far too much. You think I’m wrong but I know that I am right. I’ve seen this once before, you will not last one more night. Your mother is crying, your father is dying. I can see the pain, in their eyes. And yet you blindly say, “Everybody, everybody hates me”. I’ve got to find some solidarity, If you only you could see, the skies mourn your disparity, your depravity, if only you could see. Mark this down as the day that you cross paths with the fire, the fire that burns in my heart, the fire that burns in me.
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