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IN MEMORY OF.... EVERYTHING THAT MEANS NOTHING NOW.
In memory of everything that could have been, but all that is nothing now.
In memory of a dead past, a withering present and a dying future.
In memory of my dying future as I was born yesterday destined to die tomorrow, another heartbeat passes but I do not cry. I do not cry because I realize what we are all born knowing that sure as the leaves are changing we are leaving, we are leaving as we are being left behind.
Goodbye my love as you have already passed me bye, but to that I do not cry, I do not cry because I realize that one day I will be seeing you again.
Petal after petal falls before this night, but even as the rose is growing weaker, as the coldest of winter nights are growing longer, this rose still stands before the starry night.
As I live on in the days that you left me to ponder in, I wonder sometimes do you see beyond the lords table, can you remember when you would rock me in the cradle? Are your hands still wet from my tears that you dried the day that I knew that soon you were going to leave me?
And I wonder sometimes if your sewing needle still has my blood on in from the day you tried to stop my heart from bleeding.
But I wonder sometimes if, when you look down at me from heaven, are you really looking down on me?
Can you see through the ribbons that the materials of this life has bandaged me in, temporarily these things have been my tourniquet but not one time has it healed me really. Nothing, nothing releases this feeling of being alone in the world you no longer roam, searching for these answers on a ground that I can no longer claim as my home or, not anymore.
In memory of everything we ever had as we knew we wouldn’t have it too long, everything we built is gone, gone, gone.
Petal after petal falls before this night, within my hands I cradle these withered rose petals clenching onto the pieces of something that was destined to go, something that had to leave, something that was everything to me, what I stood for has crumbled before my world that is crashing down. Everything torched and burned to the ground. Everything lost never be found.
In memory of a dead past, a withering present and a dying future.
In memory of my dying future as I was born yesterday destined to die tomorrow, another heartbeat passes but I do not cry. I do not cry because I realize what we are all born knowing that sure as the leaves are changing we are leaving, we are leaving as we are being left behind.
Goodbye my love as you have already passed me bye, but to that I do not cry, I do not cry because I realize that one day I will be seeing you again.
Petal after petal falls before this night, but even as the rose is growing weaker, as the coldest of winter nights are growing longer, this rose still stands before the starry night.
As I live on in the days that you left me to ponder in, I wonder sometimes do you see beyond the lords table, can you remember when you would rock me in the cradle? Are your hands still wet from my tears that you dried the day that I knew that soon you were going to leave me?
And I wonder sometimes if your sewing needle still has my blood on in from the day you tried to stop my heart from bleeding.
But I wonder sometimes if, when you look down at me from heaven, are you really looking down on me?
Can you see through the ribbons that the materials of this life has bandaged me in, temporarily these things have been my tourniquet but not one time has it healed me really. Nothing, nothing releases this feeling of being alone in the world you no longer roam, searching for these answers on a ground that I can no longer claim as my home or, not anymore.
In memory of everything we ever had as we knew we wouldn’t have it too long, everything we built is gone, gone, gone.
Petal after petal falls before this night, within my hands I cradle these withered rose petals clenching onto the pieces of something that was destined to go, something that had to leave, something that was everything to me, what I stood for has crumbled before my world that is crashing down. Everything torched and burned to the ground. Everything lost never be found.
Published 12th Sep 2012
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