Will you come if I cry ,
or look up if I sigh?
Are you lost , always passing by?
I'm longing for you to try.
Always guarded but I once saw you shy,
it was right before you were about to die.
In that moment there was a plight,
of all my smiles and my sight.
My present seems to be ,
the ruins of past you and me.
My heart holds an empty rumble,
caught between worthless and humble.
I'm choking in the dusty aftermath ,
echoing like a scarecrow's laugh.
What is left for my tears to cleanse ?
Nothing but a bitter, internal revenge.