To me, this is lost
Hidden away where no one will search
Gone long enough
To be forgotten
This is nothing more than a memory

This is broken
Shattered to dust
Blinding you from the crust
No pieces left to pick up
To me, this is nothing more than a reflection

This is nothing more than the past
A spell God once cast
Nothing more than a dream
A nightmare waking us with a scream

This is cold
Leaving me to shiver
Freezing my blood as it runs down my hands
My breath left painted in the air
This is nothing more than hell

To me, this is crazy
Locked in an asylum
Seeing things that will not come
Pounding on walls that will not succumb
This is nothing more than reality

This is nothing more than my flesh burning
A wicked image of humans yearning
Nothing more than a display of our sins
Piercing our hearts right through our skins

To me, this was my mouth against yours
It was you inside of me

It was our worlds coming to collide
This was to feel our souls shaking
To know we nearly died
To hear our hearts breaking

To go to the heaven beyond the fire
To believe the truths in the liar
To know that we are not dead
To lay down peacefully in our bed
To hear the life in your chest
To trust in us and forsake all the rest

To hold my heart in your hand and feel the pulse
To open our eyes and want nothing more, nothing else

To know this was nothing more than our only sanity
To us, this was nothing more than everything



Copyright ©2005 Anorin Arssinous

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