So you've forgetten
and you've surrendered.
Let all the words burn,
let no one remember.

And the sky's grey,
with no light shining.
Dimed through weakness,
no longer blinding.

The streetlights flicker,
fighting to guide me;
lost myself in absent times
whispering to me gently.

No one listened
and no one cared.
No one bothered to notice
of the things I couldn't bare.

I fell apart
relapsing more than twice.
Closed my eyes and let it flow,
going against my own advice.

Would it have made a difference
if I had spoke my mind?
What would I come across?
What could I find?

It hurt to breathe;
like my heart was wailing,
like it only had so much time
before it would start failing.

I tired to hide it;
tired to mask it once more.
Tired to fool you, did it work,
because it did so before.

As I lay here fading
I only have one request.
This was meant for us all,
this was for the best.

I had it all in a vision,
a way to make it all better.
For your mind to say,
"You don't have to love, but you should remember."

So everytime you look at the clouds
and you see the light seeping through,
baby, that'll be me
shining my light on you.

Dressed in white silk and lace
under a dim light past eleven,
I'll be writing for you
up there in heaven.
Farewell.

Peroxide.

Relapsed on 20FEB09.
6;48 pm.