Two Final Words - Haste

Paint this picture, color it with casualties of hope and sorrow,

frame it with apathy

I find it hanging on a wall that you disguise as faith and trusting

Intent is realized morning moves my head

My hands reach to feel your face

My hands fall empty, these memories can’t fill their grasps

I begin to focus on what i always thought i knew

Vomit my feelings and spit them back at you

Indifference fails me from the smile behind your eyes

In effect a failure, it seems just my size

Fill me inside, how i need this, feel the inside

I can’t take this i open my arms just to miss you

Only you can fill this hole

So full… sick of life, i feel so old i can’t change this now

Please show me how