“Life’s a bitch, then you die”
Or so the saying goes
Is that a promise? Is it a threat?
Or have you not decided yet?
I want a quiet year
A taste of peace
From the restlessness inside
I need some time away from this
I think I need a holiday
But it’s not that simple
When you’re living with ghosts
Of loved ones, of past lives
Of things that never were
I don’t want to be haunted
But I don’t remember a time
When I was truly alone
Will you tell me why you’re here?
I feel older, but never wiser
These old feelings resurface again
Hearing voices, seeing visions
In my dreams, friend or foe?
Burning up, burning out
I think I need to get outside
Stepping out into the great unknown
Your absence sends tremors through my world
Life moves around me, but I’m stuck wondering
Can I live in a world without you?
I guess that’s it then
It’s how it is
But the fact of the matter is
“Life’s a bitch, and then…”