Torturous Amnesia
Though I know not why
Indeed, I know not how
Nor do I recall you; their inspiration
I hold back these torrents of emotions
Joy, I remember as subtlety
Brushing along my soul
An angel's wing against my cheek
Of knowing you exist and once were so close
Loneliness, I know intimately
Entrenched so deeply into me
A void where you once had been
Of empty darkness it now is
Fear, it scatters me day by day
That these memories might cease
For you to have left once
Abandoning me, even in my one sweet solace
Sorrow, it is what holds my heart in a vice
Constantly in mourning
For dead you are surely
To me, in one way or another, you must be
Love, it resonates throughout me
Evoking each and every of these feelings
Pouring out all that I am to you
Giving to you all that I am capable
Despair, it concludes, as love evokes
Crushing me into pain and avarice
Bitter and jaded, my love causes me to be
For my love is my despair, and my despair is to love
Though I know not why
Indeed, I know not how
Nor do I recall you; their inspiration
I hold back these torrents of emotions
Indeed, I know not how
Nor do I recall you; their inspiration
I hold back these torrents of emotions
Joy, I remember as subtlety
Brushing along my soul
An angel's wing against my cheek
Of knowing you exist and once were so close
Loneliness, I know intimately
Entrenched so deeply into me
A void where you once had been
Of empty darkness it now is
Fear, it scatters me day by day
That these memories might cease
For you to have left once
Abandoning me, even in my one sweet solace
Sorrow, it is what holds my heart in a vice
Constantly in mourning
For dead you are surely
To me, in one way or another, you must be
Love, it resonates throughout me
Evoking each and every of these feelings
Pouring out all that I am to you
Giving to you all that I am capable
Despair, it concludes, as love evokes
Crushing me into pain and avarice
Bitter and jaded, my love causes me to be
For my love is my despair, and my despair is to love
Though I know not why
Indeed, I know not how
Nor do I recall you; their inspiration
I hold back these torrents of emotions