Though I walk to find my memories... I really walk for you...
Somehow I know I will find you... Somehow I know we are to be.
I wander a street of rusted signs and burnt up houses...
My past...can this be?
I just don't know what to do...
Ever since I lost you, I've never been the same...
This memento around my neck...
This photograph in my mind...
But still I don't know who you are...
You're gone...and so I search...
The broken pavement in which I walk on...
The fallen trees surrounding me... My fate it's set for me...
My memory has vanished, yet still it remains...
somewhere deep inside I know I must survive...
I must find myself... In doing so find you...
But who are you...?
Your photo so beautiful, Yet so torn...
the other pieces somewhere along my trail of memories...
Before I die, I will find the remaining pieces, to see you fully one last time.
Putting the pieces together may reveal my memories...
I will search to the ends of the earth till I find them...
and when I finally complete this quest...
I will see you...standing before me... Lighting up the fire of my soul.
With you, I will finally be complete... Invincible...
Your soul will be the fire to light my candle... To light my way...
Though it's endless, I will fight this war...
I cannot die, I will not lay down with a dagger through my throat, I will be invincible...
with you as my guardian.
Once I find the mystery behind your portrait, Thats when I will finally be allowed to die.
For life is but a knot. It tightens as it goes on... then breaks as it becomes too tight.
Falling to the floor... I am finally allowed to die.
To find you... In the after-life.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
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