The stains of a distant memory have plagued me,
The sweet nothings I reminice upon create such pain,
The unbearable buried thoughts that I've uncovered,
Will it never end?
For years I've thought of new chances,
A new life without bringing memories back,
A simple wave and they all disappear,
Will it never be?
I see him deep within my thoughts,
Deep within the grassless plains,
doubt sinks in even deeper,
Nothing but a wind-blown lie?
I must go see if he is really there,
Ran for miles around the flat terrain,
Nothing but sand under my feet,
Have I lost my mind?
Starving for water and illusions circling around,
Like deer in headlights I am to the sun,
I can not breathe nor can I think,
Does he see me in his dreams?
I feel me knees tremble as I stare at the sun,
Dust emerging from my mouth every time I exhale,
I see the shadow grow beneath me as I fall,
Does he worry about me?
The ground is not hard as I much assumed,
A soft, warm, spirit that I've curled into,
A humid breath hits my face,
Will he be in heaven?
I hear a voice rather distant from my ears,
It calls much like the memories do,
A speck among the plains becomes visible,
Will I always be here?
The speck grows larger at every passing second,
A sillhuette upon the red-orange sky,
Another mear shiver from my lifeless body,
Should memoried be so clear?
He stands tall as I lay on the ground,
Never memories come near,
I feel the touch of his hand,
Why must my mind tourture?
A slight brush of his hand among my skin,
There's no such thing as a memory here,
Flung upon the right shoulder near another,
Is my heart still beating?
No illusion left to find around here,
No memories to play with my head,
Thoughts revolve around something else,
Will I live to see that day?