That after all the time we spent together
I see a lot more you in me?
That, parts of me were stolen forever
And all I still want, is to be?
That the best of me you roused
Making my cheer your most treasured possession;
But the vital emotions that made me, you dowsed,
Breaking my gut instinct and the ability to question;
All those nights and the terrible screams,
Muffled by fluffy pillows and endless sheets;
Falling asleep with the illusion of soothing dreams,
Effacing the many tears into mere obsoletes;
Leaving behind the ropes that tie me down;
The Paresthesia, the Perspiration and the unceasing Palpitations;
The Numbness and the Nausea aside;
The fear slithering in; Smothering me;
Leaving me a heaving, gasping mess.
All of that down the drain.
Well, at least I can hope, cant I?
How long can I hide behind a smile?
How long do we have either ways?
You seem to be my constant anyway.