I’m always walking backwards, catching up on history. The yesterdays will forever haunt me, so thank you for the memories. And now I’m just a forgotten quote from the book that no one wrote. A dried up well and an unheard wish, lush lips with no one to kiss. Don’t talk to me about letting go, when letting go is all I know. I see myself in TV screens and it’s always the same scene. Violins sing their sorrow sound as they lower that casket down. Oh merry me, please bury me (in every grave). Cause I’m sinking with the sun. Black days and the damage done. And all I want is to disappear. I got nothing to keep me here. Dear you, I should have known: “To be alive is to be alone and to love is to lose it all!” So hang your head when the curtain falls. I’m still coming to terms with “coming to terms with all of this.” Take your aim with a broken crosshair, my only chance of being missed. We’re running, we’re still running through the rains. We keep running. Nothing’s ever going to change.
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