Echo_Dayglow

I used to rule the world. The beautiful scenery from up top was beautiful, yet falling face first from the throne into the shadowy underworld you hid from your own reality only hurts most when you tumbling halfway down. 
          
          Final breath, final thought, final…mistake. 
          
          I only wish I could’ve known sooner. 
          
          The view from halfway down.

Echo_Dayglow

Ever since I met you, my life has been consumed with loss. I’ve lived a life of agony and despair, disappointment and regret. I see the mistakes of my past in the rear view of my peripheral, following me like a dastardly apparition in the night. 
          
          Why did you do this to me? 
          
          Why do you do this to yourself? 
          
          You completed me. I completed you. I never wanted you dead, and I never wanted to lose what made me whole. You can’t exist without me, and neither I with you. With good, there’s evil. With hell, there’s heaven. 
          
          What are you doing here? Were you ever even human at all? 
          
          They say living a life where you’re not willing to die for something, isn’t a life worth living at all. 
          
          The midnight static on my radio dials haunt me with the whispered echoes of your proclamation. I can still hear your voice. 
          
          This must be a nightmare. 
          
          Where’s my medicine…

Echo_Dayglow

Forgive yourself, won’t you? 
          
          I find myself disgusted and filled with rage for what you had done to me. My soul is filled with contempt and anger from the agonizing pits of hell you bathed over my shattered soul. You broke me, you took everything from me, you turned me into this monster… 
          
          And yet, I’m drawn to you like a moth to a lamp glow in the weary hours of the cold night in Bosnia. 
          
          I remember that night by the lake with Sleepy Gary. I remember what you were…what WE WERE. I know what you are. 
          
          I know why I needed you. 
          
          But it’s all over now. 
          
          I will never forgive you for what you had done, neither will I forgive myself for what I had to do in retaliation. Yet I find myself hoping you found peace and perhaps more in the sea of bliss, or dark abyssal flames of hell. 
          
          I was in there too, looking up at heaven, and you just gazed down upon me in wonder and amusement. You enjoyed seeing me suffer, yet in the end it appears I was gazing upon my own reflection in the mirror. 
          
          I will see you soon. Don’t keep me waiting. 
          
          Our time here is nigh. 
          
          It’s growing cold out.