Imagination
Makes...

Oh dear,
Another whole year...

At what point are words pointless?
Is it when the words have been dulled down from...

You were the batteries to my clock.
Since you have been gone my time has stopped. I...

Woe, is me...
This is not how I was meant to be...

All of the things we never said…
...Have now filled me with uncertain dread...

Sitting in this room alone,
Running though my head...

My memories are alive.
Living more than me...

Night after night comes knight after knight...
Both speeding past me in flashes...

Fake smiles for all around to see,
Yet something is dying inside of me...

Ever
So...

I would like to say... If time machines existed
I would have to be a very selfish fuk...