067. Too Good To Be True

I’ve cried at night,

hoping that one day

my somber loneliness

shall drift away,

into the withering winds,

to float further and further

beyond the reaches,

of the sorrows of my sins

but my greatest sin of all

is to live, rather than to fall

into the ground; and dead

as if you can not pretend

that you are utterly sad,

and depressed at my departure,

although you hardly knew me,

you only knew that I was mad

Insanity as my only friend,

the pain would never end

I cried myself to sleep...

even with the pain buried 

so deep,

I tried, but I fell... only for you,

but as I crashed, and burned

you were there, standing alone

As my pain twisted and turned

I was also alone, forever...

And if not for you,

we could’ve been together,

but I always knew

It wouldn’t last, and 

I knew... it was too good

to be true.