Handheld No Footsteps To Follow
It seems so complicated,
trying to put my overrated thoughts into reasonable words,
Words into writing
And all of my best phrases have been used already wasted.
Now that you are gone I am speechless.
You’ve left no traces only ashes still remain,
left blowing in the wind,
see them scattered over everything you’re never going to see and then
This portrait painted by death’s hand, you are the muse, my fallen friend
My mind racing Were you right or wrong?
No longer see the light in your eyes
Haunted by the circumstances, Torturing my mind.
Changing perspective You left without saying goodbye
My mind hollow now.
I’ve given up searching for the clues left for me to find.
But I still search my memories.
and I no longer live my life Depriving regrets I’ll hold onto what
I’ve got and stop living life in waste
For you it’s to little too late
For you made your choice and by your hands I suffer for.
My memories of you will never die
My mind racing Were you right or wrong?
No longer see the light in your eyes
Haunted by the circumstances, Torturing my mind.
Changing perspective You left without saying goodbye
Six feet down. Your final resting-place,
a place where you went to sleep
But when the time comes I will see you at the gate
Will you hide your face? Ashamed?
