Although I remember his face and his voice,
My heart and mind betray me with no choice...

What happened to the degree you said you were...
What happened to "the last time" you were going to...

Inspiration is but ash within my soul,
My fire is lost, and my green eyes dull...

It grows like a cancer,
Picking apart the stitching...

The staged laughs and plastic smiles,
The scripted questions and silent guile...

The smell of her powder is feminine and faint,
The high beams groan, and shadow peeling paint...

The sunlight cuts through the remaining shadows,
Dawn has now broken, and so goes her repose...

The pills have multiplied in disgusting numbers,
My thoughts remain the same as before...

Scrambling for purpose,
Sinking further down, down...

I am sitting here screaming, as the moon fades by...
I am rocking back and forth, as the numb...

'I love you. So much... for seven and a half...
A darkness lurks behind the light, waiting...

She believed in her drunken haze,
Shaking a drink in her hand...