Welcome here: the story of my life.
An endless tale of death and strife.
Walking across earths desolate region,
stripped of hope from those within my legion.
It is a horrid tale of unforgiving darkness.
The pain manifested by only the heartless.
So many answers, but I dont know the question,
forced upon me is the power of suggestion.
I once closed my eyes against the acid rain.
and for just a little while, I could ease the pain.
Because a ray of angelic light flooded the floor,
this was a time that is no more.
My eyes shut against the rust and rot and dust,
only pulling through by doing what I must.
the light pierced through the rusty world of pretend.
But when my eyes eased open, it was dark again.
I lost something perfect, lost that light.
And it hurts even worse because I didnt put up a fight.
And I received word that it tore you apart,
left a small hole inside your precious heart.
A small ping of vengeance, a faction of hate,
nothing will make the pain alleviate.
Worst of all, I almost had a second chance,
a dream fulfilled to hold you in a dance.
This dream, like all others, has shattered.
A million figments to leave my heart battered.
There was once your picture within a frame of steel,
now each broken shard extends how I feel.
a little piece of paper with our picture drawn,
floats on down the street until the wind is gone,
the memories now are like the picture was then.
Will this crumpled up paper ever be perfect again?
but nothing can transgress your love for another,
one so close to me it is said hes my brother.
Is it over? Should I just tear apart this?
Or sit back and listen to the unforgiving darkness?
I will watch the world pass me by like I always do,
because like the picture, shattered is my dreams of being with you.