Nostalgia

When the time comes, I hope you crumble and fall

when the light, hits the midpoint of that beautiful summer day

   I hope your flesh rots off of those achy bones.

In the distance, the decaying feeling of our love will be turned into oblivion.

   Can you feel it?

  Can you see it?

Hm . . . .  I know. Can you smell it?

  If you can’t, then I guess you will never know of this intoxicating odor.

     But even through this pain,

the way you talked, the way you walked. It’s still  prominent.

   I can remember everything, even to the last drop of your crimson red blood.

It soaked the walls, antagonizing your very last breath.

     The blade that slithered through your skin, making little x’s and o’s.

Your last and only comfort.

          I guess after years of living in a world feeling so indifferent, you pulled the string and let it go.

   Drowning  yourself, in a world of never ending death.

But for now, I guess I’ll have to settle for your restless soul that haunts this earth

  Feet painted in red, with a heart consumed by blazing liquid stone.

To the place where I know you still roam.

Because, I know that now is forever.

  I know you’ll always follow me,

No matter where I go, or how far I run… I can never seem to get away.

 I just hope that one day you’ll be okay,.

To relieve this hurt and pain that you feel

I know, that it will never be the same.

  Please, just rest. Rest in piece.

Until the day

where you can return to me.

 A place where malice won’t fill our hearts.

Just know that no matter where I go,

I could never leave your side

Fore, I could never leave you behind.

  Even though, stink of madness.

It just hurts..

  It hurts so much…

to watch you go…

Fore you are the one thing,

I could never leave behind.

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