These are but imaginary monologues
Nothing have I to say to you
It's in passing that grief retrieves
Whatever I imagined as true
A peaceful corner of my mind
Where your memories dwell
The sweetest and fondest
That my harried senses can tell
You painted my pathological bumbling
With rainbow pastels from your mind
Tinted my monochrome sorrows when
With your eyes you smiled
Once a fix for my frail nerves
I owe a lot to your sense
I wouldn't have survived at all
My miserable menacing fence
I'm sorry entropy happens to me a lot
My world's eternally upside-down
I wish I had you, my cross-eyed "Pills"
But your feelings had long left the town
When the whole world's unkind
When kindness is a worthless scruple
Even memories of harshness
Become fond and supple
But I'm broken beyond any fixing
Alarm clocks playing hell's chime
I'll be well past the spheres that matter
It's just a matter of time
I'm not that happy spirit anymore
I'm so dead inside
But few memories linger on
Offering their fantasy ride
And in one of these rides
I'll succumb to the assurance and die
I want to feel preserved in your thoughts
When the fire makes you cry
If the floating wafts of soot
Remind you of me
My heart was never for sale
And never will be
I was once and always did
In my mind roam free
My feelings for you were pure
The unrequited fantasy tree
It'll perhaps never be said
By a faker the way I said
Or what I said or what I meant
Will forever die when I am dead
