No one knows what it's like to be free. Like a portrait on the wall, the perfect face of lonely. But that's not me. I'm an angel sent to watch you die. Just fall to your knees; give up
I've been behind these eyes most all my life. Watching you from slow motion. Your unbroken shadow is mournful. From step to step, your focused face falls. You carry not the world, but its waters. You peel away like seasons.
I watch your dark figure drift by, and my hands are left red from your grave's thorned rose. The shatter of a silence is larger than these last few moments. It's painful having to let go. Like holding silver and being blind. Feels nothing but cold.
It seems acceptable that you see past what you seek, but forget your secretive dream. It's over.
Now I watch you in a pale grey room, staring at the rain. Hear the harmony as you whisper pages of an unwritten novel. Feeling it echo through me, I know that somewhere along the way, you lost your shadow. Somewhere you lost your voice. Somehow...
You lost yourself
And I whispered goodbye.
10:52 p.m. - 2004-10-06
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