Did you mean what you would say to me?
That life is just a memory?
Nothing is as it appears, nor otherwise.
Still wearing your disguise.
That pillow, they couldn\'t pry from these cold stiff limbs.
The spots are what kept my sanity.
Red, Vibrant... as you once lived.
And you\'d say, \' take this and tear it far away from me\'
but didn\'t you ever know...
this life is but a dream...
I can still feel your heartbeat, but can no longer hear your voice.
Carried by you, Nurtured by you, my mother, my friend..
Are you certain this is how it will end?
I\'ve got pillowcases with your blood and one single karate ring.
You are the voice that has been calling me but now..
Conspiring in your madness, I now question myself.
Echoing til I no longer can breathe.
Memories painted as a scene.
I need you to know, I\'ll never let go... I hope that\'s what you wished
I do hope that is okay.
There is always a way.
Now as I sit here in a four cornered room,
Reaching out for you\'re acknowledgement , your apprehension,
that your life would be here til this day as the spectrum holds you- by wil alone.
Without you I would never have defied the weight.
without you I would of never of learned to appreciate.
I am .. YOU.. as I found solace in blood that day,
and these memories now never fade.