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It isn't always like this
The rain doesn't always fall so faint
The drops don't always follow the same sad track,
as they stroke the window pane.
It isn't always like this,
So dull and so quiet
An atmosphere of a painful waiting game,
A game that started years ago, to which the end is yet to come.
Why emotionless sitting there, do you not end this game?
Those curtains have faded, but not the lines on your face
They are ever increasing, as they are the tracks by which your tears
fall.
Who are those tears for that age you and kill you?
The outside fears you know too well, have gone beyond self-preservation
and still survive,
Living on years of hate and doubt, pain and numbness.
You watch, a voyeur from another world
A fairy of ancient times whose luck has run out
Who skips no longer across the stepping stones of the stream beyond the
forest,
The trees no longer call your name or bow as you walked passed,
The stream no longer laps at your toes or reveals the truth at your
call.
Why do you cry so many tears, does the past still hurt so much?
What you were and could have been faded with all the years,
you missed your chance, you skipped the bill,
you hung on to the cliff edge for too long.
Your friends have gone, you have gone but you left your body
behind.
You left it here in this unforgiving world
So you could fight on and carry on watching
But it's too late now. You can't keep your soul,
an invisible burden that hates you,
a quivering shadow of colours dark,
It's a memorial to who, a memorial for what?
You missed your chance, you skipped the bill,
You must leave this world behind.