Nothing matters now that you're gone
If the world would end, would you come home?
The echos of the past haunt my dome, the strings of those scars,
I comb.
Screaming, and screaming, and screaming,
Endlessly pleading
Endlessly wishing.
To hear your voice,
Hate your complains.
Gaze at your smile,
Smell the perfume of haze.
Taste the lips of another lover,
Betraying my own unhappy fated with another.
Your touch travelling over my body as a maze,
Will you ever find your way back, or will we be an half-written story,
Pointless punctuation,
Meaningless words,
An incomplete sente-?
