• Revision and grace.
    on an unnoticed note;
    You will lose embrace.
    Of the history we wrote.

    Imaginary cure for feelings deep in.
    Marked a forgettable thought;
    of all the places we have been,
    Soon that time will be forgot.

    Shadows won't show unless light has come.
    And in the corners I will lay.
    Until come forth the feelings numb;
    That grow each and every day.

    Indifferent of the thought, union of others at our private intersection.
    Whether of good intension, are not welcomed here.
    To lose of the never had friendly affection;
    Until eventually you start to disappear.

    Up in the future- I will wear of feelings sad.
    Knowing with full knowledge of what I cannot prevent.
    Make a sad attempt of heating up my hurt such as the job of a body pad.
    Never to my full conscious mind, of all whatever it had meant.

    Though it is the road that has been carved many a time ago.
    I will always come back.
    Nothing to our closest range, will soften the blow.
    For it is the sheer strength I lack.

    May our fingertips never touch, and wave never done.
    And never to look in my eyes.
    It's easier to put down and leave undone,
    Like the fallen sun that will never rise.

    Take everything along, and see the job well done.
    Of feelings thought fair;
    Circling the barrel of a gun-
    Sensitivity that even pain cannot compare.

    Shall the rain fall, and hath you done wrong?
    And I'll be primary to the sound, of an inexplicable display;
    Perhaps, there is such an existence of waiting too long.
    Nevertheless;

    I will still wait here;
    Each;
    and every day.

    (c) Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels