the sickness
October 23rd 2007 02:38
the sickness
Broken dreams shatter in my mind creating a billion bleeding wounds throughout me. Shards invade my eyes cutting the image of you from me. Bloody and broken I lay beneath troubled thoughts of you alone in the world. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me….
I had so many plans masterminded for you. The world was your oyster and I was your tutor showing you the way. Now all that is gone, you’ve gone from my life and I am left alone picking up the pieces of my shattered mind. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me……
I can still feel your presence in every room, in every space of my now empty life. What once was so joyful now reduced to this doom, a lost lonely creature, a voice stilled in the night. A heart that lies bleeding, a word out of rhyme. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me…..
Wherever I go, whatever I do, the memory of you will somehow get me through. And though you don’t love me, and I know you don’t care, even though you cut me deeply, my sick fevered mind just cant let you go. I am yours forever, entwined and ensnared. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me.
And now I lie dying, passing away from this earthly night, my mind still calls to you, willing you to return, heal this broken man and return him to the light. Let me hear your sweet voice just one more time, let my eyes feast upon the sight of you in this one last fight. Do you still think of me, Did you ever think of me…….
Broken dreams shatter in my mind creating a billion bleeding wounds throughout me. Shards invade my eyes cutting the image of you from me. Bloody and broken I lay beneath troubled thoughts of you alone in the world. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me….
I had so many plans masterminded for you. The world was your oyster and I was your tutor showing you the way. Now all that is gone, you’ve gone from my life and I am left alone picking up the pieces of my shattered mind. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me……
I can still feel your presence in every room, in every space of my now empty life. What once was so joyful now reduced to this doom, a lost lonely creature, a voice stilled in the night. A heart that lies bleeding, a word out of rhyme. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me…..
Wherever I go, whatever I do, the memory of you will somehow get me through. And though you don’t love me, and I know you don’t care, even though you cut me deeply, my sick fevered mind just cant let you go. I am yours forever, entwined and ensnared. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me.
And now I lie dying, passing away from this earthly night, my mind still calls to you, willing you to return, heal this broken man and return him to the light. Let me hear your sweet voice just one more time, let my eyes feast upon the sight of you in this one last fight. Do you still think of me, Did you ever think of me…….
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Yes that painfully obvious is it. I'm no wordsmith but I'm going through a really rough time at present and it helps to put my rambling thoughts down. Cheap therapy - lol.
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