Sitting in my study room,
A dim glimmer of light.
Enough to shine this blank paper,
And all the shades of white

Staring like it's worth something,
Of what I can't decide.
Writing to return you...
Staring blankly at the sky.

Writing something real again...
Bruised inside my soul.
I've only complete memories
Of the memories you stole.

The plague is spreading violently...
The IV pumping drugs.
Overdose on sedatives,
Under dose on love.

How much can I lose in one day...
How much can I gain?
How much do the factors weigh...
Will anything remain?

Will you run away again
And grab a piece of me?
But ripping out an empty heart,
Provides no hearty feast.

So I remember days gone by...
The contrast of the blues.
The deep and dark reminders
Of the people I've to lose.

Never letting go of them,
But they have said goodbye.
Closing doors within myself...
I push myself outside.

Wallow on, I'll wallow here,
With footsteps in-between.
And each one that you put down
Rips apart a piece of me.

Witnessing my self-destruction...
Quarantined by lies.
Staring hours, in my study room...
Upon the moonlit sky.

Your trapped inside my fingertips...
But when I look inside--
Air is blown upon my face,
Laughter in my mind.

Your are but deceitful,
And leave without a trace.
Like an artist 'pon the shadows,
Painting teardrops on my face.
 
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