I still hold onto every inch
Like a plauge it's left me for dead
I take every thought,
neatly, in a box
Dread

It's how I cope,
When the faceless apparitions are all that's left,
As my memory succumbs to time,
I feel further away from you,
Inertia ringing in my brain
Hopelessly, I cling in,
Vain

I feel the shrouds consume my cadaver,
I want my last thoughts to be of you,
If only I could remember, your lips
To hold you & be intoxicated with you...