I don't believe in the invisible, the intangible to
say the least.

My ears block out promises and notions
that hang lucid in the air with nothing to do.

I haven't believed in anything really, since the
night you stole away everything I
could not see.

An abondonment that created a wound so potent
and left only lines I hate to say

that without you
the worlds light fades away, and everything
finds it's way back to gray.

I can't accept the fact that you affected me.
I've tried to believe that without me you wouldn't
be the same.
That one night could really seal a lonely boys
fate.

But now all I see is dirty bed sheets
and the putrid smell of uninclusive dreams
he had brewing
long before
me.

And I try to believe that
at some point
your words were real.

Although I could not see them
or touch
(or feel).

But I chose to jump over a cliff while tied to an
invisible string.

Something called hope, love and trusting

on the bridge where most dreams break
and for heavens sake
keep smoking those cigarettes
it's an easier fate.

And it gives you something to do with your hands
that isn't dishonest,
and won't give me false hope.
At 1 am when you mutter another excuse
through an inhale of smoke.

Breathe in
shaky
silent
desperation for something to say.

I never understood how humans could live under
this false pretense that they're invincible.
You lived and breathed it with all you
had left in your coated lungs.

I thought I could keep up forever, you
were just letting me tag along.

But there was this constant tugging, in the
back of my mind.

Reminding me this boy burns too bright and
soon he'll be gone.

So inhale again through the mistakes we will make
after all it's an easier fate.