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(Written: 10~4~04)



It’s crested.

All this pain buried deep inside.

I though that time would heal.

How I told myself such lies.



In the end I saw the silence.

Engulf me like a storm.

Cleansing away the blackened ashes.

Leaving me raw, battered, and torn.



I gave my heart away.

Left it dripping in your hands.

Awaiting still, it’s beating’s ceased.

Now I fight for every breathe of air.



I wish I could hold you tight.

A blanket in winter’s chilled depths.

Yet you stand there silent.

Confusion making you doubt.



In shadows now I hide away.

Too afraid to face the light.

I can’t force myself to look inside.

See I’m still alive, still have more left to fight.



Windows glaze over from the wind.

I draw your name and watch it fade.

Longing turned to teardrops.

Freezing from the chill of yesterday.



I make my home a prison.

Work a chamber of death.

Stealing away my sanity.

The only thing I seem to have left.



It’s crested.

This longing turned to pain.

I thought that time would heal.

All it’s done was chase you away.



So I sit and wait and wonder.

Will you ever love me the same way?

Or will you leave me frozen to the glass.

Lifeless beneath the faded outlines of your name.