Closure

I creep down the walk, the cold earth beneath my feet
down to the corner, the cross roads of death
I see an image in the distance, a ghostly white figure
the half-light challenges the little sight that remains
the wind blows through me, an easy rolling breeze
the city is a ghost town, just me and the figure before me
I tred farther, over the rocks, jagged pointy but painless
always moving forward but never seeming to get close enough
It seems I have gone a mile now
with each step my senses decaying
I was once able to smell the aroma flow from your skin
I still see you ahead, facing me calling out to me
but this distance is breaking me
I fall to my knees in despair, I only want to hold you
Sobbing and crying, I realize I shed no tears
As I pull my hands from my face, I look intensely
I am fading it seems
I can see through my skin, just as I am a vague silouhette
I now recall what happened last night
I remember lying on the floor in a stagnant red pool
You were lying beside me, cold before I closed my eyes
The words ring through my ears from the song that played
"Closure has come to me myself you will never belong to me"
It was an unspoken pact
If we can't live together, we cannot live
I will never hold you
This is my hell
You are my hell

LOOSELY based on a theme from Chevelle - Closure