Once, long ago
A very wise person told me
That you can't miss something you never had.
I had told you wrong,
Days of my life dreaming of you...
Singing sweet songs from my heart,
Hoping we are never torn apart
In a dream I wish would come true.
The pressure of a boulder crushes bone-
My ribs into my lungs. I am the drone
That walks, aimlessly, into the flame
Of my destruction. It is where I came
There is no moon for me in my cage,
Nothing to see in this world of rage.
Just me and myself, my lonely, helpless self,
Staring in the blank sky at my fake moon.
Seven years of waiting in a Prism of the Past
As the River flows as swiftly as my Blood
I know my life won't always last
But the Rose of all life Slumbers still inside its bud.