In the deepest recesses
Of this diseased mind of mine,
I miss you.
I miss the days
When home was the passenger seat of a car,
And responsibility was just a word-
When happiness
Was only as far away as the tip of a needle.
Those were the same days spent watching as my world fell into chaos.
I found myself alone in the middle of the devil's crossroads,
With blood on my hands
And Death at my back...
I regret nothing.
No minute with you was wasted,
No tear shed without love,
No word spoken without thought.
I've got a story for every scar
And a memory behind every track.
I turn now to paths better lit,
To a future filled with memories
Of a very different sort.
Left with only this relentless nostalgia
That you are so often the subject of.
Think of me,
If my name does not yet taste bitter on your tongue.
Remember me,
If ever you forget that you are loved,
And I will carry you in my heart,
With sorrow only that I can no longer carry you in my life.