There's nobody to play with me.
Goodbye, Sunshine. It's time
to walk the path of nothingness
that you once said is mine.
The soul in the mirror
of a face long gone
knows the words, loves the song,
but fails to sing along.
Lover of "The Patients"
("victims," as they're known)
finally gives up on them,
but never calls them home.
Lyrics of the lost
repeat slowly at night,
shadowing
perverse delight
on self-inflicted fights.
You're crying through a cloud,
waiting for the day
a hero comes
(though undone)
to take it all away.
Silence reigns
(again)
this kingdom of The End,
and no one gets the postcards
you so often send.
I said good-bye to love
to suffocate romance.
It's all the same,
so in the flames,
I'll close my eyes and dance.
Put roses on my pillow
without a second glance.
Maybe if it's all a dream,
we'll get that one last chance.
With your lighter to the stars,
the moon falls in the sea.
I'd walk that path
to hear you laugh,
'cause part of you is me. |
Submission Name: Through A Cloud
