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A time when a telephone was the only thing that kept my perception of life alive |
Three nights to complain You were always on the phone as we spoke in silence for hours but those days are gone and I am now a man with a heart turned sour the paintings on the walls black the only color my eyes devour you settled every nerve now your just a "coward" he said your heart is locked away in his basment I contemplated memories of those days I slept away, away, never frustrated now I yearn to be ridiculed once more bleed or have bled to be criticized till my dreams are out in the world and the lies are weaved through and the past softly dies She devoured your world without a word and layed you down upon the floor she asks you to collapse at her feet and show her the things you desire to see the sky was dark and everyone fast asleep As i confused myself with the nonsense that sets me free She told you "wash up and come to bed" "at least it's warm" I said but there's still no room to breath she sets the room aflame and in her heart considers your name you suprised yourself the same way you started alone and misunderstood until tomorrow until tomorrow And now the mantel of you has collapsed and has been forgotten I either thought of my own misfortunes or have had the blessing of being blinded the choas of emptiness the despair and utter incognizant truth a candlelight night with the sheer predictability with nothing but memories haunting my room. |