Do you know what ruins lay hidden ?
A childhood kingdom of old,
Now as my heavy heart hears the toll,
What faith left in me, falls cold.
This twine that binds us still,
Even in death will we be,
Two of the greatest wannabes,
You know we couldn't have it long.
I am grateful for the lights,
That shimmer out my door,
I'll watch with sharper eyes,
As the numbers fall again.
Rotted into the bed sheets,
Past defeats forceful pleas,
Along ruled line of a diary,
Special places I plan to visit.
Fall to my feet, admit defeat,
No, never, not again!
Blinded by the promise,
Something, you could never give me.
She stoops to conquer,
I kneel before to cleanse my skin,
In desperate efforts to decline,
And make that difference indifferent.
No one has seen me, as her,
Not whole heartedly anyway,
Will you live long enough to ?
Or will it be a death, that sends me straight to her.
Though would show as proof,
I don't need anyone, I don't need reason,
I can make it past her purging treason,
You don't believe me do you ?
With first snow I will have made my start,
To a journey that falls beyond,
Any reach I have ever tasted,
It looks pretty once its down in stone.
Why won't I fail at this pursuit,
Nor die before I reach an end,
I am an idea - A Perfect Idea,
Excellence, without flaw, or repair.
Do you know what it's like,
To look into a reflection each morning,
And know it is not whole,
The pieces scattered and stolen.
I don't see you crying for me,
But I guess, tears are all spent on you these days,
I wonder, just sometimes, once in a while,
Will it make a difference.
