Abandoning the whisper "come to me", by the future
And seeking refuge in the past,
She is faithful and innocent; the past me

She said "The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today",
But she doesnt realize that the dead have no shadow,
She said "Brush aside the path of sorrow, And make your way"
But she is too naïve to know that I have chosen that path.

"How cruel of you," she exclaimed, losing patience.

She would never know that I'm so cruel to me,
She has no idea that my imagination is tormenting me,
She is unaware of how miserable I am.

"I know"
"You will get through this, just like I did," because
"I am you"
"And you are me"

Leaving those words she left
© silent_soul