No title, Inspired by song: October (Evanescence) Options

[*mishyerr*]

I can't deny it, that your once warm fingers are slipping out of my hands.
I can't confess that I feel regret and despondent towards us falling away.
I can't admit that I'll feel the same way tomorrow, but when in far away lands...
I can't remember after so many days what it felt like to be loved, what'll I say?

The only hope I can wish is that I'll be strong through life's twisted kicks.
That my eyes will not become blinded by the childish fear, dreamy love, and reality.
This fading dream was only a dream, don't you see? It's all the light playing tricks.
There's hope that I'll survive on my own, that my own bloody hands will be empty.

Why would I need to hold onto something I cannot see or a someone who will die?
When my soul is only the sad thing I know, the pathetic beating of a little muscle.
Where was the world when I poured my filthy tears on my suffocating sheets that lie.
While I wasted away my time... I could've used my own blood to make my heart full.

[*stephinika*]

mish, i love the things you write. really.
it flows well and your word choice is quite nice. i like this. keep it up!