And I wish everything would be alright again
like how it was when we first met
until the day grew shorter
the confusion and utter delusion
of the insanity clouded haze
you think is love
the bitter feeling of knowing you're not good enough
and everyone seems to know it
but the poor lost soul
you call yourself
when will that time come
that everything will move backwards
to where it all began
the memories would fade away to black
like the red velvet curtains
on a well beloved play
except in this case
the halls of time are empty
and void
just the way it always was
where the dusted
shadow trodden paths of your mind
are a winding sojourn
you can't fathom
anymore
I want to just
push back the slender black hands of time
to wind it all
until the springs can't hold the pressure
because it feels like
everything is building up
inside
like the tops
about to explode
into a million shimmering emotions
so tangled and mussed
until the silvery sheen of truth is
coated in lies and deception
I feel as though sight is slipping through my fingers
the crystal ball
crashing to the floor
exploding into infinite shards
and maybe when I look hard enough
I can see the faint reflection
of who I used to be