GONE
and the curtains are drawn
the oxygen's missing
and death seems nearer than dawn
deaf-tones seeping from bleeding walls
are but echoes of the broken falls
empty vases and charred remains
are remnants of how far this longing's spanned
the dust on the shoes is now rust
the flame is the desires has long turned ash
the rain has long stood guard to my moist eyes
coming down each time to see me
when I feel lonely without your lullaby's
like a traveler you've join back the race
leaving behind an essence of an embrace,
an empty frame and a pair of numb hands
are not half as painful as the never ending nights
rise, like the phoenix and sail in my direction
and teach me the real magic of painting smiles
the necromancy you can accomplish
is dearer to those living out lies
I could write a thousand words today about a hug
sing a million why you should be mine
holding a few pieces of my heart in my hand
I close my eyes to turn back time
holding a few pieces of my heart in my hand
I close my eyes to turn back time
if you know how much of yourself you left behind
you'd come back for me, and change my world
one more time the way you had done
the magic in this might
will reunite all that customs had to divide
or call me, a hopeless drifter, in your direction
like a bag of plastic, weightless I've floated for long now
or come and stub out this bag of bones
for one last touch from you death will wait...



