I stare into his eyes one last time And pretend that I can drink the pain from his stare Make him alive once more so at least he could feel A boy gone wrong when he's done so much right Lonely and crying on the outside, he's strong inside the shell But not enough to appear unbroken Coffee with luqiour aides the emotions quick And force his hands to shake from caffeine No cigarette to ever touch his lips Mine only linger long enough for it all to taste bitter Blades strapped to his feet so that he can skate away from here Gliding faster to the light A pace which my tained mind cannot keep up with Tears fly at my face, the wind blowing them from him to me I wish I could keep up with the stick girls No look on their faces Lollow, his voice confides in their attention Nothing to come from those moments but destruction Imploded pieces of building race further to the ground I wait underneath the wreckage to pick up the pieces But they are still too far away to reach And just smash upon the ground All at once, no warning Nothing to do but watch and cry inside Praying my heart will finally wake him up So he can be next to me once again
1/12/02
