CAMELOT FANTASIES

Too young to die
Broken cracks on the surface
Deep within the pain still hides
Usurping calmness
Still waters run deep
Torrent winds
Turbulence of the ocean waves ride
Lost is the steadiness of this place
Ambiguity slowly creeps
Shatters any semblance
Of rationality
Forced to face
The bleak fact
Meaningless death
Words of attack
Shock value
Taken aback
Creating a wedge
Unwanted forced space
That strange
Horribly awkward place
Having to deal with living in the past
For thats the only place you will always be
Just another body
Gone from me

Left here crying
For all to see
All I know
I dont care
It doesnt bother me
Not much left here
For you to see

~Divine