I\'m fairly certain I died in your arms last night,
but, my mind often loses my memories fight.
Distance separates the darkness between my thoughts,
as my reflection dies, my mind slowly rots.
One day, one breath, on moment relived with each second past.
You are my only love that desperately must last.
So, until the grave surrounds my empty mind,
within its vastness my love for you will find,
that each night I hold you secure by my side.
With a consistent fear that you have died.
My walks, my times alone with thoughts of mine,
empty home, bed, car, and no reflective shine.
A blindness as I await the end of my time,
mentally trapped in a broken rhyme.
So often I walk that range to where I wait,
passing the scars each time to find my fate.
Feel the memories bleed down the ridges line,
as they move past, I ignore what is mine.
The valley floods that lay before my eyes,
as the breeze whispers those tender lies,
time stops frozen within this ideal.
Waiting for your presence that I long to feel.
I\'m fairly certain I will die in your arms tonight.
When I arrive, I won\'t put up a fight.
Drown me in the memories that cover the valley clear.
Just keep your dagger close, please keep it near,
and if I struggle and throw you aside,
hug me and stab me until I have died.
As I wait for you to take my essence,
on this lonely seat I await your presence.
Empty thoughts echo within this mind,
from where I am sitting, I wait for you to find,
I will be waiting, waiting for you.
And as I sit here and I wait,
the ridge is flowing to my fate,
to where I lay before your feet.
A lifeless body, a corpse covered sheet.
As a softening echo\'s across the range\'s hills,
I\'m watching as my life she quietly kills.
That gentle touch upon my throat,
embracing the endorphins she lets out.
They take me to my reflections eyes,
I\'m left watching as my life dies.
A window, a reflections view,
such darkened imagery I step through.
The fog it\'s thick, it\'s solid cold,
I stand frozen to a reflections fold.
Within those eyes I see the pain,
I step through and drown again.
Now I\'m moving down the range ahead,
leaving myself staring at the dead.
Down the ridge to a seat that is waiting.
A place for my desired anticipating.
You\'re standing alone with me,
within the valleys lake before us I see.
Just grab my throat and push me down.
Use your strength to ensure I drown.
When you\'re done that simple task,
just whisper goodbyes, is all I ask.
Watching as you fade away,
listening for those quiet words to say.
Now I\'m sat across the valley I see,
leaving you with my body before me.
In the valley I created for you,
this view I have is a needed true.
On a wounded ridge is where I will be waiting,
patiently for the sounds to finish fading.
Diluted memories of holding onto you.
Discarded memories keep pulling me through.
Down the ridge to where I am waiting,
waiting for you.