Treasure Island

Nihil Existentia


I Died Along With You


From nights of vivid dreams...
To sleewalking through days...
You are burden to my dying soul
My sorrow is imparent...
Withering away my senses...
No longer in touch with reality

From nights of haunting dreams...
To stumbling across days...
You are slowly killing me
My misery is overwhelming...
A burden to everyone i love...
No longer able to cope with this loss

Months turn into endless years...
This yearning is tearing me apart...
I cannot put into words how much i miss you

I dream of escaping this life...
I dream of leaving everything behind...
I wish i could turn back time...
I fear i am loosing my mind.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 06, 2013

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