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I read this years ago... not sure who wrote it but I just came across it again. It is strangely appropriate.
I'm still here.
Five months and a few hours later
I'm still here.
Surprisingly so are the memories
Clear and sharp - painful.
Dear God! - sorry, there isn't one.
You were never sure, were you,
Well I can tell you.
I've read, listened, looked and all in all
There just isn't a God.
Which means there is no longer you.
So how come I'm still hanging on
In false hopes of mutual eternity
Spread out in fields of perpetuity,
Living on a dream
In which you came to me in perfect peace
And folded me in
Until the peace was part of two in one.
I don't trust dreams.
I don't trust anyone or anything
Until I've turned it inside out
Examined it for faults
Tested it to breaking point
And seen that it can't bite or stab.
But that's what I did to you, wasn't it?
And you stabbed me in the back still,
Stored up in that computer mind
Every word, expression, thought
That tripped over my tongue
And across the space on your wavelength -
And then you used my blabber
As a nonsense finale to your tragedy.
Because I wouldn't go with you
On that final journey to unknown heights -
Or depths -
Because I saw a speck of light
Away through the gloom and mirk of our mutual despair
I'm still here.
Five months and a few hours later
I'm still here.
Surprisingly so are the memories
Clear and sharp - painful.
Dear God! - sorry, there isn't one.
You were never sure, were you,
Well I can tell you.
I've read, listened, looked and all in all
There just isn't a God.
Which means there is no longer you.
So how come I'm still hanging on
In false hopes of mutual eternity
Spread out in fields of perpetuity,
Living on a dream
In which you came to me in perfect peace
And folded me in
Until the peace was part of two in one.
I don't trust dreams.
I don't trust anyone or anything
Until I've turned it inside out
Examined it for faults
Tested it to breaking point
And seen that it can't bite or stab.
But that's what I did to you, wasn't it?
And you stabbed me in the back still,
Stored up in that computer mind
Every word, expression, thought
That tripped over my tongue
And across the space on your wavelength -
And then you used my blabber
As a nonsense finale to your tragedy.
Because I wouldn't go with you
On that final journey to unknown heights -
Or depths -
Because I saw a speck of light
Away through the gloom and mirk of our mutual despair