I gonna write about nothing

We were standing in the middle of a screaming match; it was silent as the night, a beautiful time to live life.

I was dying; one minute at a time, a life not lived, in some social psychotic place, where dreams go to die, a sad place, not to be held responsible.

I was dying, a long slow death, not a beautiful death; the kind of death that screams, that says you are nothing, a plenty of guilt; you should have saved her, why didn't you, you just stood there, did nothing, felt the pain as she died, on the bathroom floor.

Flowers on the graveyard; sad sigh, a life lost, a beautiful life, she was everything, she loved you, you felt her sigh against the dying light, you told her she was everything, that beauty shining in the morning light, a silent scream against the life that was lost.

This was madness, a sigh, I can feel that laughter once more, a soft kiss in a dream, she was my everything, my love, my rising into the savage lands, that last kiss, awashed in that madness, turn my world to black, a silent scream.

I wish you were here, my sunsbine, my morning life, my everything, you were my golden light, my love, my everything.

To see, to seek, to find, to be my everything, that is the way, to the heart, a beautiful life, lost, destroyed. I love you, my everything, my life!