My soul is so far gone
That the smell of decay,
Lingers along the wounds
On my body.
There was a light that once
Shined from my heart, that has
Been obstructed with thick black
Tar spilling in from my lungs.
There was a time when my
Anatomy was filled with colors
Of autumn leaves,
wavering amongst the wind.
But now, the wind has died,
Along with the leaves it once
Carried.
And I am standing here,
Torn between living and dying;
Holding on and letting go.
And when I watched you walk
Away from me,
I swear to god I felt a knife
Cutting out the very organs,
That have kept me alive
For so long.
And now I am lying here,
In a room whiter than the
Feathers on a dove,
Watching myself deteriorate,
Without the scent of your
Breath telling me to
Never let go.
But without you here,
Without your breath and
Without your words,
I have nothing to
Hold on too.
I have nowhere to go,
And so I chose to fly
With the Eagles, to a place
Far ahead of my time,
And maybe in that world,
I can call you mine.