You turned and walked away,
then, like that, it was over,
the distant blur that is your figure,
continues to move forward,
Yet I stay….
Although the moment’s gone,
and although you’ve disappeared,
I’m still here, crystal clear,
drowning in mortified sorrows.

Although the moment’s gone,
I’m still staring at my heart,
a reflection of my hatred,
in which you’ve become the muse,
blackened hope and mangled dreams,
shattered pieces, a new disease,
are all you’ve left for me…

And although the moment’s gone,
I’m still standing here,
Trapped inside such disbelief,
Of those words you meant to say….

I’m dying from the inside,
so when I manage to leave,
I’ll trudge on with a heavy heart,
bleeding out my pain,
only to go home to not a home at all,
but the emptiness to which you’ve given me,
so I can wallow for awhile....

Although the moment’s gone,
I’ll live on inside it…
and forever has once again become…
that dying dream of mine….