Mystification and Precedence

I need to get my priorities strait,
But it’s hard with this voice screaming in the back of my head
Telling me I still love him.
My heart…it falls to pieces.
That perpetual madness ringing in my ears,
Drives me past all conceptual sanity.
Please Lord, turn back time.

Subsequent speculation lined with second tries.
That golden word meant for reassurance
Backed by perfect revelations and timed precision.

No matter how hard I try and pretend
It doesn’t really matter what I do or say,
Because the feelings are still there.
Contradictory to what the outside says
Cascading tears fall down my miserable face
In a mind encased by feelings kept for ages.

Love I will never find,
When I gaze into eyes and there’s not anything to see.