Serenity Will Never Come

All these ribbons of self doubt have slowly begun to untangle themselves. The knives of lust that we once knew so well have started chipping away at the one last ounce of dignity that I have left. After all that you did, it's amazing, what one little lie could turn out to be. I'll listen to our song and cry myself to sleep. It seems like that call...the one I've been waiting for for so long, will never come. Just as suspected. So many promises have been unkept, and there are so many more to come. I should have seen sooner. Was this meant to be another modern day Romeo and Juliet? Or was it just another frail attempt at a teenage romance? I guess we'll never see. All of these words, and everything that has compelled us to produce them, has been blinded by the graying agony of the stories never told. Leaking out of you like nothing no one has ever seen. They've come too late. These figures we once used to call our bodies are melting away from the fury of the aftermath. The aftermath of what once was, but was not. The demon days are just starting, there's worse yet to come. Why, my dear, is it so hard for you to see what's happened to us? Can you not see that your body is crippled from the lies you've told? Or is it that you neglect the fact much too often, so you've grown accustomed? The softest lips tell the most hurtful tales. Oh, it is true. Once, there was a time, when all was conform. We were just another couple, in what we thought, was hopeless romance. But as you can see, we were nothing of the sort. I've remained pure, through my most trying efforts. I simply cannot understand why you've turned so cold. The winter days are approaching. A year has passed now, yet nothing has changed. You are still the same person, as you always were. I just see you more clearly. You've become transparent. But the wonders that await us, they're not something people live to tell. Soon, you'll get your wish. Everything you've done, everything you've thought, spoken, will be locked away, without a key. All of this will become one big secret that no one will live to tell. The sadness, and the furies of our once was fairy tale will disintegrate them with every word whispered. Through the eyes of children, the playground is their sanctuary, tag, you're it. Turn the pages back. The age of freedom, of scraped knees, "Sticks and stones will break your bones, but words can never hurt you." It's returning. But, you're unaware that it'll all be over and done with in a flash. You'll be brought back to the reality of razor blades, suicide notes, and "Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can truly kill." So we can lay down on this bed, and await our eternity. But there is one thing that may or may not stop you. The place where we once carved our names inside a heart, that very spot, if you look you'll see. You will see that those words, once so loving and gentle. Reassuring. Are now melted into the very message you fear the most. "Serenity will never come."