I can hear your sweet laughter
I can taste your fingers
I can smell your hair
I can feel your warming embrace.

Then it is gone
like but a fleeting memory
cold and desolate
I lose myself

I watch the crowds
I watch the many friendships
the families
the marriages.

Never shall I know it again
I tip on the edge
not know which side to choose
the world moves on without me.

I grab for you
but I know there is nothing for me
I look for others
and it is like my lantern went out.

Emo, a troubled one who cuts away their problems
Religous Freak, someone who prays to be taken care of
Goth, a german, scottish, or irish who dresses their problems in black
So what am I, how do I classify the frozen doors of time.

The moon was not enough
The rose were not enough
The chocolates never even came
You died faster than you lived in my heart.

Were have you gone Cybil?


Your forever love,

Sinith War