In a world where I have to much time,
My brain wanders aimlessly,
I can dream up fresh horrors,
Or I can fold in on myself.
A double edged sword,
Lost to the night,
But Friends with the day,
Constantly fighting against yourself.
I want to be loved,
I want to be trusted,
I want to be held,
But the one I seek is gone.
I dream of you,
When your not here,
Your face hiding from mine,
My hands slipping threw your fingers.
In my heart I want to believe,
You are not gone,
But are alive, searching,
Always trying to find away back to me.
But my brain tells me what I fear,
Tells me you are gone,
That you have been purged to the night,
And I will never see your face again...
Reality sets in,
That I must face the world with out you,
That I must carry on each day,
Knowing time has stolen you ...
