Even blistering pain feels better than the silence of death.
An unwavering gaze at so insignificant a scene.
He tells a story of lives past and beautiful mystery
And she will leave, as she always does.
He lies awake at night, to try and feel the misery.
There is not a soul he can turn to.
A flurry of notes, pale and tinged with sorrow.
A solitary tear trickles down his cheek and glimmers.
He dreads leaving her, to face the odds alone.
Wishes he could make a fair trade, A fare trade.
Despair, it won't work! A man dances in glee.
So he lies, and tries to buy some time.
The others. They say 'yes', he still has some hope!
'Hope, God, redemption, Happin...wait, it can't be. '
Its too good to be true. Then they laugh, and he rages
They knew all along. They pitied his stupidity.
And lo behold!, She was gone.
And lo behold!, She was gone again.
Listening to Spitleaf - Zero
'I have a magnetic personality, I repel women.' - SiegerKranz Meer