Stare into the abyss and tell me what you see.
All that was left of you has died inside of me,
But do tell me what you see
Vibrant visions of you and I at times when we found warmth in each other’s comfort became romanticized in my head for much too long?
Now, the scenes melt away until all is black and can only match that of the abyss.
Is it dark and cold when you stare into the emptiness?
Or can you find the beauty in it?
Madness you may assume has taken a hold of me.
Forget what you think you know.
For madness has taken my hand and asked me to dance,
Creating a spark that led to a flame burning all that is left of you in my brain.