the fallen

Trapped in the picture frame you smile
I ignore thee, and my day goes by.
I see steaming coffee, my earthly hemlock
I see thee in those steams, as a memory you stand by
I shall ignore thee, and my day will go by.

On the couch once warm, I the cold one lies.
Whispering lies to my guilt, I survive
For every day without thee is a mortal sin
Scrambled in thought I shall hold within
A tumble down of memories, of an old fat lie
I shall ignore thee, and my day will go by.

Defy not, oh grateful soul, for ye is what I need
A true calling and a lost love, my lonesome wanderings
Here I am tall and alone, wasted yet ones own
Here I am the fallen clone, wasted yet ones own
Here I am, and I shall hold, these lies untold
Here I am waiting for thee in the cold.