The time has come in haste,
Although these years seemed long,
When key turns to gray, all is void,
In the shadows of our mind.
We play games within our head
To trick our tears away,
When really all we've done
Is put a veil over fear.
It's in the thicket of our woe,
That we truly seem to flourish,
Shattered refractions of a lost spirit
Scream out in agony and disbelief.
We find that the only thing worse
then the death of the ones we love,
Is the simple concept of good bye; and
Nothing hurts worse then forgetting those two words.
