I loved her touch… I never let go
She helped me sustain… helped me grow
Gave me sight… amidst the dark
I felt we could never… ever grow apart
She hid my subconscious… from the eyes of the masses
But her resistance to my love was oh so passive
She slowly… slowly… drifted away
But it occurred too subtle to reassure her stay
Something has come over me… since the day she left
I’m somebody else… I have no identity left
One day I’m blissful… the next day I’m depressed
One day I’m at ease… the next day I’m stressed
This man in the mirror is beginning to haunt me
A lost… coldhearted man is what I see
I need to restore her everlasting love
Maybe I’ll forget… if I soak my brain in blood

-Jon Chambers

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