Fly like a bird, or fly like a roach, it doesn't matter anymore
to me. Sings songs of beauty or pain, I'm deaf to one in the
right ear, and the other in the left, and together I'm deaf to the world.
Once upon a time I was the happiest one, heart always pounding and
face always cracked in half by a smile. Now it's whole and broken
entirely. I used to await the cheery sun, and always await the nightime
magic, but now I live in headaches for one and stupor for the other. I
detest both. Who knew the reason why I was always so happy, was
because of you? I thought I knew, but I hardly scratched the
surface. I used to tell you, my life was yours, my laugh was yours and
my pain was yours. But I didn't understand how wholly I was, in fact,
yours. And once you left, I didn't realize how much of me would stay
with you, cling onto you as if you were the very air I breathe, the very
air I used to inhale without much thought, without being thankful for
each breath I recieved. Now each inhale is pain, for now I'm
inhaling air that was never ment to be tasted, never meant to cross paths
with a living being, the very air from the burning Underworld itself. The only air I can
breathe, the only air you can give me. I cling to pictures, I cling to old clothes and
pillows, I cling to everything that was once yours and I want you back. Oh, how
I pray for you to come back. But this firey air I breathe, informs me you won't and
tells me you will never, ever, kiss me again. I miss you, I love you. I die each
day without you, yet I live on, killing myself over you.
