If you could reach into my soul
You'd see these lines already scrawled there
Words are thoughts bled in ink, my friend
It simply comes down to how much you dare

For every dream you shot down mid flight
For every hope you let die with a shrug
For every pain you buried in bandages
For every cry whose grave you dug

This lives. Survives. Burnt into a corner of our soul
This storm, not even you could ride
And all your rage and pain and pleas
Lives in inkblood, long after you've died

We were brave once, you and I
In a distant past, where you dared
When I write these words out now
Can you still believe that you once cared?

That you dreamed, raged, swore
Played, laughed and even, lived?
Is there a part of me, somewhere,
somehow, where that person has survived?

Till the end, you promised me.
Together. My strength, you would give
Because you always told me,
everyone exists. You, must live.

You lied. You left. 
And as for what you'd promised me,
a fight, a war, no quarter given,
That, would never come to be

I did not know such agony was real
That you could feel such pain
For a memory is a searing flame
That can survive the heaviest rain

You always knew, I realise now
You did mean to be by my side 
You did love me, that's true too
Just that, this storm, you couldn't ride

You always knew that you would drown
You just hoped you'd done enough
And I would survive, tell this tale
After the storm, no matter how rough


You were wrong. You were me.
Without you, I cannot resist 
Watch now, as I drown too
And no longer live, just exist.