fallingvictim

Your love was a prop in my play

Take me home, I am sick of this game.
To many voices with no purpose,
No ambition to sing or to love.
My eyes cannot even see your hope.
Where have you gone too?

This pain is a reminder of my failures with you.
The past is now my future
And my future is fading fast and far away.

I dreamt of you last night,
Why will they not leave my mind?
You have moved on,
I have moved on,
Why must I be haunted by the memory of you?

Memory is the poison that was slipped into my brain.
I took it in like a loving mother,
Without any questions or regard.

My hands have taken me places,
Farther than I could have imagined
But not all new places are good and pleasant.
I need the anti-dote.

This is the part where it all must end.
It is time to take me home.
I think you know me better than that,
So please do not fade away.

I sometimes wish I never had you to loose.
It is not better to have than not at all.
The pain is still remaining and I can see no light.
When will solace come?