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Ruins
Saving what's left of me from these ruins of my sanity
One last time—I wander these empty halls
In my mind, I feel your pulse
Still beating through my mind
I look around; no one's here
A few more steps; I hear a voice
So distinctly familiar, I whip around
To the end of a dark tunnel
No light peeping through; the cracks cemented
No sign of you reaching out for me
Only thing left—a distant memory
No matter how far I stretch my hand
I'll never feel your breath again
To my face, your hair will never fall
Touching me, your lips will never be
All that has passed, as we could not last
Once again I wish I could hear your voice
If I knew where you were, if I had even a clue
I'd be in your arms, wrapped in our world,
Safe from insanity, which continues to consume me
