I must say, it has been a long trek
I have walked far to reach this end
I have felt the grace of a cradled neck
But it was I, the one to bend
You may have heard this tale before
However differ, the taste’s the same
On a twisted path from which to adore,
Cannot remain unstained
So ever tender was its kiss
So much less was its depart
I do not wish to bore you with the list
So know only that I once had a heart
This tale must e’er be told
Melancholy as the loss
Of the part of me I sold
Quiet and weeped
I wonder how many others have been here
Am I the only the feel its steel
So tell me more, my friend
But hear me less, the ever surreal
If I could run, I would walk
If i could fly, I would dive
If I could rush, i would stalk
If only I could live, but yet have I to die
Perhaps you can tell me how my story ends
For I have yet to read its page
I fear it, dread it
My heart has since burned with the estranged
Dispersed from the components that were once arranged
Oh, tell me, my friend
I plead unto you to whisper into my ears
That I may miss the repeated years,
The years of endless nights
I do not think there is a piece left to lose
Will you hear my voice, but not my words?
My friend, I have already strung our noose.
My only friend, where have you gone?
Do you not see the tears that I have shed?
Do you not smell fresh blood upon my bed?
Nor the air that leaves my breath?
I have nothing left to give
Oh, how I’ve missed you, my friend
At last you can see
My dear, sweetest friend
You have waited for me