On 23 it left me
On 23 I lost God's favor
Now 23 is empty
From 23 there is no savior
save me...
No welcome by me offered here
No hand of mine extended
still mortality paid a visit
In it's calm and impersonal way
Like ants, we marched unwavering
digging and building and gathering
completely oblivious to the subtle presence
of a stately figure walking among us
Could not comprehend it's reason
for I hadn't known something so professional
It just gently touched my shoulder
and proceeded towards the next
but the storm that trailed behind it
left no question of it's dark intentions
and as it buried my bright tower
it sent shards into the flesh between my ribs...
I rode my bike to see you
Why they call these parlors I'll never know
I was uncomfortable
but I had something to say
that fear prevented earlier
I hadn't considered what this would be like
to touch your lifeless skin
You had on your favorite black dress
and make-up so obviously not done yourself
But you were still beautiful
Cold, but still beautiful
I placed the clover in your palm
rode my bike back home
That was our last private moment
Whatever I have done to deserve this
Whomever I have wronged, I apologize
let me move through this barrier
allow me to move on towards this
shining, glowing, gleaming, something
beckoning, calling, guiding, leading
I'm moving, running, racing, flailing
but I'm trailing, fading, failing, losing ground
sinking all the more with every sound
spoken words alone won't heal the wound
but something has to end this terror soon
If peace of mind itself will not find me
I will find it of my own creation
by any means to quell this aching
I am far too weak for this solitude
I'd welcome the time to stop waking...
Colors in the leaves have bled out
Seemed as though they'd always remain vivid
I don't want to go outside
I just want that yesterday back
Shadows eclipse the ground
like ink spilled over too little paper
I don't want to pay attention
I just want that yesterday back
All these long years
I've slept as the sun went down
Half the day passing before my eyes
Half my life passing while they were closed
All the time wasted
on the foolishness of dreams
I long for the 23rd
when you were still here
for one more day
The sound of the house is quiet
Can't remember a silence so piercing
but it's something I will not forget
and it's something I will always relive
All these long years
I've prayed for the sun to come around
to rise up in the west repeatedly
until the clocks themselves spun backwards
Yet all this time wasted
on a moment that's no longer relevant
and I've longed for the 23rd
when you were still here
for one more day
Slowly beginning to realize
it's never going to happen
So now I pray that the sun will stay down
and never see it's likeness again
I can't help it
I don't want to be here anymore
without you still here
for one more day...
take me
please, take me, I beg of you
You were all my life had been for
This is all I have left to hope for
