There was nothing truly outstanding about the day it quit being funny, everything seemed the same, but somehow it became different

The empty sound of the voices calling for themselves all sounded the same, but now I could feel the pull of a blackhole

The way she held herself claimed, i was here to devour you

The shuffling echos in the hallway said the samething, but now it was gravel grinding in their throat

The phone still rang with various themes, but they all seemed the same

The Sun in the east still burned, but I now felt the pain

Laughter at every level used to cloak it all, but now hollow and empty

The truth at the bottom use to stand very tall, But it was now just the same

The eyes that used to proclaim, called back at my source again



So who was I to say, that life was going to end my way

Who was I to think that, that life was my treat


So again I resign, for this nature was my design
And the stars have shone truly, that I am what I will be

Fallen again, and I was afraid I might continue to decend


But weird it all becomes to find the ending and beginning the same
All captured in a name. 

There was nothing different about the day it quit being funny, just subtle hints that somehow....

Things have changed