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I can't wait. I can't look. I can't turn. I can't see. I can't move. Disappearing down the tunnel. Lost in the black, empty space of the present. Time moves so fast. Grainy stills in my hand, burning the tips of my fingers. You were passion. You were anger. You were soul. You were air. You were life. Watching your lungs burst open. I fell down into that murky world. I let you take me. Why did you taste? What did you want? Curling up into a ball, trembling on the floor. I was there when no one else was. I was your rock. I was your stone. I was your salvation. When the glasses flew and the bottles rained. When the sun hurt and the moon stung. When you needed peace. When you needed quiet. When you needed me. I can't wait. I can't look. I can't turn. I can't see. I can't move. You cry. You beg. You plead. You scream. You shout. I want to return to you. To hold you, love you, take you and be you. It's too late. It's all gone. You drink me up. You spit me out. And I will walk down that road. And I will not turn back. I won't wait. You will move on. Time will swallow the pain. Time will swallow the memory. Time will swallow us both. Don't wait. |