"The Death Of Fascination"

12/30/2011

To think of her again

Day after day

I was left with things

I was ought to forsake

Like a murmur to the ears

Of she whom I loved

But forgetting is not easy

For people like us

For something near perfect 

Is not meant to last

More than a moment

Untouched in the past

I don't know why I didn't tell you

Back when it was real

When I thought that silence

Would breathe air to heal

What I regret to be true

About the past year

How I was only ever 

Slowly losing you

And I am an addict 

To many things, small joys

I indulge for pleasure

Among other sins

They have their definitions

And I have none

For you, my angel turned demon

Now I haven't one

Who I am when alone,

Was someone you could only know,

With me if a light shone,

But you can't understand,

And only I can truly guess,

Who you will remember,

As I change with all the rest,

As January eats December

The match strikes the match box,

You used to be the flame,

The kiss of asphyxiation,

My loss is your gain 

You were life to me, 

What now has turned to death, 

Without morning or feeling,

Angels above sneering, 

For the heart must first be tamed

Move on and forget

What it is that must be forgotten

To me you've been cruel

I lie to myself often

But this time, you are the fool

And it's all in the imagination, 

In the end, can't you see?

You are the creator 

Of your own destiny

Now be the death 

Of my fascination

And I will be the ghost 

Of your damned indecision