World Left Behind

I can't write my heart, I am blocked

and my muse is no where to be found.

Everything around be is so fucked

and these hands that once were bound

by love, by passion and by lust

they're getting old, can't hold pen

to paper and write what I must...

what ever comes from deep within

I need to scream it to the world

but feelings I had are now numb

so much so I fear I have no soul

it crept silently away erasing the sun.

I am left in darkness, in silence

deafening, screaching, maddening

pushing me from reason into violence

If I live a life with no words at all

I will become the living-dead roaming

the baren earth for the heavens to fall

waiting for him to come peaceful and loving.

All the lies we both had to trade

will suddenly stop when he sees me

and everything around will slowly fade

all our old scars will set us free

because now I finally know who I am

and I will never crawl or be affraid

but will you stop when you see me again?

will you understand the choices I made?

Whatever vile words they all may want to say

they can't break me or break my thoughts

because I know your walking slowly my way

there are no more schemes or crazy plots

just lives crashing into each other

just bodies coming together, intertwined

yearning, dreaming, lusting and going further

leaving everything, the whole world, behind...