remember what i rose in.

all that you are and have ever been. you let it show for them.

The grave you lay in is untraveled unless in reminence of the things you did not stand for.

I sit on the edge of my chamber and tell the stories.

I tell the stories of the runnings I did thorugh the streets in my childhood and I tell of the tears that seep from my sockets.

My stories have gone lost in the book of life. My pages erased. I seep into the others pages in vague intervals and let the courts of life guide me to the summit I prayed for but have yet to reach.

But it's like you gave them all of you. Over written in the index of life, overlooking your index and where your story should be.

All the love to the cares. ceased.

All the cares giving love. non fleeting.

It's that feeling that rose in the morning with you.

It's the things you speak off you mind, unheard.

Waiting in those dark corners to be found and saved by the emptiness.

Laughter will come even though you want to cry.

Not important enough to matter in the quarters of the ones minds who you said you'd keep. They forget all of you as you remember it for the both of you.

Your bleeding the middle of the room.

Someone cleaned it up as if you hadn't bled it and took a photograph.

You dream of the smiles that they give out. But none for you.

You sit with the walls and they tell you that they wnt you there so you lean against them.

They dont move.

You cry out to none. The Gods in the heavens have you forsaken and you ask for rememberence but the sillage of your life is pushed away in this request.

Symphonies are singing, just not to you.

Bells are ringing, not for you.

The sun shone in pure. not for you.

Your cold and your blankets arent enough to keep you warm.

You twitch and roll in your slumber. They dont know you dream of the old days. and you hope they care like you do.

Hopes arent enough in this life.

You hang onto the hopes anyway.

Speak to me. I'm speaking to you.

I cried to let the sorrow give way in this cage but it's not enough.

You start to forget you too