Like talking to a dead man

[neomora]

I can hear the tick of that clock,
Still close to my head
Maybe if I couldn't hear the seconds pass,
I wouldn't have to ask:

How long...how long...how long
till I feel whole again
How long...how long...how long
till I feel whole again.

You think I'll cry? I won't cry!
My heart will break before I cry!
I will go mad.

I'll always want you
I'll always need you
I'll always love you

Here in November in this house of leaves
We'll pray
Please, I know it's hard to believe
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered trees
You and me
And these shadows keep on changing

It makes sense that it should feel just this way
That you slowly fade and yet still remain
As if to say: Everything matter in such an invisible way
It makes sense that it should hurt in this way
That my heart should break, and my hands should shake

Sometimes, I'm terrified of my heart
How its constant hunger for whatever that it is it wants
The way it stops.... and starts