Now that part of my life has come to an end,
The stories we had and plans we made were all pretend,
Skipping on to the next of my cornerstone,
Wait for the red light to flash before I go on alone,
Cancel the plans that were spread to thin,
I don't just think what happened is wrong I think it's a sin,
But the movement has always been a little rough,
Oh how it seemed you were special it seemed you were enough,
Funny equation the subtraction of your attraction,
Funnier still is the time that got split into equal fractions,
Of the good, the bad, the lonely, the same,
Tried so hard to get people to call me my own name,
Metaphors for metaphor truths parallel to lies,
In Russian roulette is the winner the one that dies?
Can't is an imaginary word they said to me,
I replied to the same people can't you just leave me to be,
Is this all stuff that one shouldn't have thought,
Easy to say up here when your ever so tired and ever so short,
Suppose It's getting a little bit distorted,
Will this make out I was lying when i said it was all sorted,
Or even if this happens to go and get read,
by the people I'm aiming at with the thoughts in my head,
How many could be offended by the things I wrote,
I think the same old person could pull out a quote,
And I'll laugh to myself at what appears to be,
Me making some kind of snide reference concerning you and me,
But the truth of the matter is I'm sat on the fence,
Rambling and scathing and most of it doesn't make sense,
The key to all writing is that it doesn't always end,
Like your attraction you can add and subtract and the rules you can bend,
I could go back and edit this to put in some names,
I could have already taken them out as to not reload some of the blame,
It's ammunition to what sure to be an attack,
Of the almost white clouds that will roll and fall through grey into black.