The Day Nobody Died.

I don’t want to end up a cloudy set of eyes in the corner of the room
But this migraine’s getting worse
What is the sensation I’m feeling at the tips of my fingers?
Was it love, or was this something to kickstart the end of days?
I’m a matter of life or death no one ever wants to speak about.
I’m a former lover in a sea of romance that keeps itself too cold to swim in,
and I’m also running out of metaphors to explain that I broke your heart.
Keep up appearances that you died doing what you loved.
Your reputation proceeds you as always.
I’m a cursed spirit that is daunting and haunting and no one wants to deal with me.
Expel your problems and repent your dreams in fear of dying in your sleep.
Goodnight for now, don’t say a word to anyone of what you saw.
Visions of home keep your mouth locked up and your heart running rampant,
But not once did you doubt that the end is coming.