Thursday, April 13, 2006

goodbye

if your infinity is my affinity
on what base would it prove eternity
yet to live on with sympathy
woe be me, let me have my own pity-party

she said her goodbyes
and he's withering
he's left with nothing
no place to go
nowhere, lost, fallen

he had never let anyone close except her
so when she was gone
he was left in that empty castle
withering
withering
withering
so cold he sat like a statue
so still he deceived time
a single frame to last eternity

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