Gone... with you

Pale like the memories

that lie forgotten

there

Pale like you face

Forgotten there

Pale are these feelings

a long time

unfelt

forgotten without touch

I can not describe

this anguish that I know

A pale void

a place

my home

Your home...

Why does this no longer make sense

Within tormented twisted halls of my

Mind

where The Wicked dance once more

And the innocent are chained to the misery

Caring accompanies....

Why is everything Pale,

The paint washed away

Why has all I love

Paled in place of yesterday

And Died amid today

Why is this landscape

Void of the glory it once held?

Why are these memories shattered...

Why are these feelings fake and played...

Why is everything gone

gone

gone

with You?