Imagination is like time. It does not stop, nor does it shrink but, it continuously expands.

There it goes again,
Whispers in the dark announcing my sin.
When did all this begin?
When will this end?

There is a list of things that I could say,
Another list of reason why you why you won't listen.
I've beat myself up everyday,
Because everything has gone away.

Breakdown, two phrases one meaning.
I'm done, Good bye. Figure the rest out!

Better off dead and forgotten than alive and forgotten.
At least in death you don't have the emotion to feel the pain of being forgotten.

Tell me what I did wrong instead of leaving me riddled with silent statements

I love you Angel

7 letters to the word that I will speak,
7 reasons to say it, 7 different ways to say it,
But only 1 word to speak as I fade away for good...

Goodbye

Hahahaha, again I feel like the fool!
Maybe it was never meant for me to have a heart,
Maybe this so called love is a big joke and I must be its punch line! It just slaps me in the face!

Across unknown seas, on foreign shores.
In lands unseen, where no bird soars.
Whispered words that seem to lack meaning but only one that's constantly screaming... Goodbye