Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Aftermath (posted to Facebook on 9/16/08)

I want to be
A number again
So I can pretend
That I don’t exist
Retreat into
My internal world
Alone in the biggest crowd

When I emerged
Took leave of my mind
I started to love
The music outside
I was crazy for
Believing in yes
When the loudest notes were no.

And now I roam like a ghost in a graveyard
Never aware of anything else
Always seeming to see you there
Even when I close my eyes.

The finality
Of only an hour
Haunts my head
The entire night
Tossing and turning
Wishing to reverse
The day that I held your hand.

And now I roam like a ghost in a graveyard
Never aware of anything else
Always seeming to see you there
Even when I close my eyes.

I find it hard
To go my own way
Forgetting your face
When impersonal fate
Decides to be cruel
And lead me back to you

Darling I miss
The way that it seemed
Like it was so right
Until the light
Of truth began
To show me the wrong

And now I roam like a ghost in a graveyard
Never aware of anything else
Always seeming to see you there
Even when I close my eyes.

And now I roam like a ghost in a graveyard
Never aware of anything else
Wishing I could just go to sleep
And wake up to another day.

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