Does it really matter anymore?
That I sit here alone in
the infinite nights of my
illusion of misery and pain.
Does it really matter that
you are gone from my life?

You who were the morning and
the night in my life.
You who made up my universe
is gone from my life,
and no it isn't you that
held my heart in the past.

Rather you are the one
who would holds it in the future.
It is to late my dear
for I have tossed the key
to my heart into the
great lake of my dispair.

I'm weary of being the victim
of your constant mistakes.
You tell me the world is flat,
and I believe you for you
are my goddess in the winter
of my own discontent.

You are the sky that kisses
the ocean below with shallow
hopes and possiblities.
You were my miracle in a
world of constant disbelief.

So I swallow my reality down
with a cup of water each
day and night as I stay
awake in my dreams.

I don't know why you have
made me feel less complete,
or rather how you made
me realize that I am but
a mistake.

But I'm no longer yours to command,
nor am I your faithful servant.
The arrows have been broken,
and the sadness of your passing has
been replaced with cement.

And your memory is but merely images,
that I have to concentrate to remember.
So good night to the moon and the
sun that burn deep in my eyes,
and good bye to lovers and dreamers.
For tonight I dine on ashes and
false promises.

09/28/2003

Posted on 09/29/2003
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