The ridicule of deserted pages
Echoes haunting laughter in unseen corners
At each turn a new shadow casts
Its rancid illusion against the wall
I'm tired of trying so hard
To impress your ghost now that you're gone
I wish i could find peace
But all i see is terror in my own eyes
How can i be so afraid of losing someone i don't have?
So afraid of being someone i've already become?
And what if it doesn't get easier?
Is it really worth the suffering?
And is giving up really so awful?
I don't want the answers
What i want is silence