No Blinding Lights Or Tunnels To Gates Of White

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Your lifeless body is the kind of thing my nightmares were always made of
I always wished I would be the first to go.
But your body is still on the damn hospital bed in front of me,
You are the one being filled with tubes and medicine,
Not me.
Some would call me lucky
But you know what being lucky is,
It's being a page in someone's storybook
Because that kind of shit only comes once in a lifetime
And you know what Dan?
I thought I had a page in your storybook.
But it looks like the bitch stole your heart before I could paint my pictures
I'm sorry Dan
Your hands looks so fragile right now,
Those lips once meant for kissing are now struggling to breath
And those legs that used to run to greet me are now plastered still
Your hair is messy and I know you would hate it,
But I always thought you looked cute like that
Your brown eyes are Stricken shut
And there's a beating in the background that must be your heart
But it doesn't sound the same to me
Something in its tempo is a little too off beat
Like you were dying for another person
The room is too bright and all I want to do is take you home
I keep asking them when you will wake up and all they say is
"Soon."
But when the fuck is soon
All I want is for us to be somewhere other than here
Remember when we took that trip to Japan, Dan
I, for second thought I had you
We had no care in the world roaming those foreign streets
I just want to go back to being normal
I just want to go back to Thursday
Before all of this went to shit
Thursday

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