Forlorn

Storms roll through these flooded plains,
Where the shape of my heart once wept,
There is no noise, and yet it's so loud...

Is this really my life?
Sworn in by blood oath,
And we are torn together...

The lost one who held me in his arms,
That is all you ever were,
The dream I've always had is dead.

It's not all as sick as the heart in my head...
It thickens, ever clear and sure,
Like the blood red blade cross my heart...

Wired cables cling to the contours of my face,
Fabled narwhals drift past my cheeks
As it escapes right under my nose...

You slip past on gilded wings,
Never knowing the truth right in front of you,
And all I can think of is your sweet soul...

Acid washed cartoons sink into my brain,
Seeping, controlling... Sinking...
But I'm not drowning anymore.