compulsiveness to light

looked within my eyes and said baby don’t cry, i’m still alive
this world of mine where we don’t coexist and your death was always the wish
i live, you grace the loss as your tombstone means nothing like what it says

gone forever, but living perpetually
i always knew, we were always the few
phoenix to when, how we walked through corridors and danced in doorways
feeling of compulsiveness and endless hope of tomorrow
still remember how you washed your dishes as your legs moved back and forth
the dart through the floor and needles in my skin

i miss, kill to be with and die to feel bliss
a wise opportunity of red, yellow and colors of danger
i play with things and emotions that remind me of you
just two, dark shades of truth that’ll always linger
like long fingers in the night holding a child’s fright

fear from blues, the unknowing truth of never obtaining peace
forever and ever, always and all the empty hallways
searching for you, the one with eyes that spoke truth
the olden days of your youth that met days as you become used
this life is your mere shadow, the hollow feeling of autumn and how the moment sparks dark days of october

the grooves in the night and notes of another kind
my hand through your hair and my arms around your neck
i’ve touched life and i’ve touched time
cried in my prime, but climbed through, found light and the reason why

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