Why Is Followed With Goodbye The distance grows Nothing is real What was there What could have been there Is locked deep inside Tucked away once more The protective layer, my cloak Wraps itself so tightly Around And Around Me And she whispers silently, "Sleep, sleep," Eyes close The spirit withdraws Survival mode kicks in Bruised like a fruit There is rot and decay Growing even older waiting for the day The day that never arrives The distance grows The grasp weakens Promises fade Like the lounge chair Too long in the sun that bakes The soul withers and begins to die All the kind gestures Gnaw at it and feed For they are all but that Kind gestures And it all melts away A blur of some fine day The day that never comes Bringing about the long Restless, sleepless nights All that was craved Put into the early grave The soul is left Abandoned Emptied of its pulse The clock ticks A cruel tune of waste And the why Is followed by good-bye.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 04:32:15 +0000
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