Through the lens I caught your golden reflection.
Casting somber smiles in contradiction.
Was a facade your way of discretion?
You punctuated your life and left questions.
You knew your doses and you made your decisions.
Carefully calculated haunting misdirections.
End of chapter.
Last sentence.
A page cut short.
No more vibrance.
It's not anger I feel, it's not hate, it's the hollow that never goes away.
I'm the first to say we all have our time and place, but don't leave everything.
What you become used to will not stay.
In the ebb and flow things move and sway.
I guess we're not meant for this anyway.
What would I give for one more fucking day?
And not to prolong your life, just so I could take a moment to ask why.
I guess I understand if you needed to leave, but could you tie the loose ends for me?
Maybe it's wonderful where you are.
Slowly fading, into dark.
Maybe you're gently drifting off.
Simply becoming what we all become.
My empathy is telling me.
I should not be questioning.
The dead have made their choices.
The story painted out, won't change by our voices.
Not everyone will say goodbye to you.
You slipped through my grip.
There's nothing I can do.
We stand here with our empty hands.
I guess we just move on from here.
A memory burned in my head of every color that they buried you in.
It's not anger I feel, it's not hate, it's the hollow that never goes away.
So, Metal Music is like horror movies, to me. Usually pretty generic and tread common ground; play it safe. Welcome, however, to DoG (whole damned discography), where every song feels like a Citizen Kane of metal. Do yourself a favour. lurtz1598