Bed of Nails
And Then There Were None
I can't believe,
there's still so much I want to say,
and all this time I was afraid,
and as I leave,
a part of me will soon remain.
Why whole life I was afraid?
Look at me now,
I'm lying in a bed of nails that we both made together.
I guess I"ll just lay here forever.
Ironic how I'm crying at the sound of sunsets caused by our endeavor,
I'd rather die here than have never said goodbye.
I finally see, that every stone's been left unturned and every poem is filled with lies,
but should I be inclined to force what can't be found,
when my own heart is still alive?
We watched the stars fall from the sky,
you watch me watching you with my eyes closed,
as I said goodbye