Why is it always this way?

The memories of us,

Are just a patch of dust to your sight.

Does anything I do matter?

No, this isn't you!

Am I the cause of this,

New outlook of you?

Behind me you stab.

As I hear the Echoes,

Of those memories draining.

No wishes will ever answer the questions,

Of what makes you so negative.

Why will nothing forgive me?

The dark shines from opposite ends.

Yet... I'm still left with no path.

Only uncolored images,

That were soaked away.

What actions caused this to happen.

Every Night has the hole to us,

Growing at the highest rate.

Why must things kill me?

When I only ask to be loved.

Nightmares, Terrors, Darkness.

All never spare my will.

Why?