What's Left Behind

I used to think. That you were good. That you were

passionate. Your life seemed to be. What you wanted the

most. You screwed up. All for you dreams. By pushing

everyone that was around you. I need to breathe. To keep

control. A twisted quest for power has begun. Reverse the

time. I want to erase the moment. When you decided to

come along. Your mind. Memories. Of what’s left behind.

Your guts are hungry. And your head crammed with stress.

Your mind. Memories. Of what’s left behind. Your heart

won’t follow. You can’t stand yourself. Look around.

Trying to reach. Everything that you failed. Don’t budge.

You won’t succeed. You’re already half a decade too late.

When I take my last strength. To water down what’s

behind. I know you are lost because the fire won’t stop.

Plunge your eyes. Go strait in mine. The vulture in my

heart will hunt you down; the need to scream. To forget

about control. A two player challenge for power won’t be

won. Looking at you. Still and cold I have no regrets.

Your tears don’t reach my thoughts. Don’t look for

comfort in my eyes. Grab ahold of yourself. Change the

speed of your breath. I want to erase the moment. When

you decided to come along. Your guts are hungry. And your

head crammed with stress. Your mind. Memories of what’s

left behind. I won’t take any time. Trying to know you

better. You strike again. And crash on my world. You make

me remember what I can’t stand you. Is this even real or

just in your built up stories?