• Sitting at the edge of an endless sunset
    Feeling my addiction,
    The loving of the thought of love
    But only knowing that true kiss once.
    The feeling that can be known,
    That is sometimes understood,
    But rarely explained in a way that our logic
    Itself is understood.
    I stare into the joyful depth of my past
    And a tear falling from my flesh
    Brings me back to the now.
    The realization of my true feelings
    And the coldness I feel within
    Is slowly killing me,
    But I won’t die.
    I get tired of being angry
    Not allowing the expression to slip,
    I get sick from this sadness
    Not able to cry the pain out loud.
    In this I write
    And burn down the foe wall of sanity
    And letting you see inside is madness.