It was a hot fall morning
A silent time on the bus
On a trip with the band
And me just sitting alone
You were just watching me
I was bored out of my mind
And then you talked to me
We got to know each other
We found many similarities
And by the end of the day
I had made a new friend

The angels that guard my crumbling tomb,
Are half-off-springs of an immortal’s womb,
And yet,
They await the day Janus will come,And resurrect me with reviving *** .

For the Virgins that fathered firstborn fables,
I was unadulterated darkness without its labels,
But unlike Angels that smile on Christmas proud,
I have wings that act as December’s shroud .

I can’t scribble a scripture,
Even for a bob that craves to be enticed ,
Let every hollow heart now echo,
That I am the reborn Anti-Christ.

It was on a Wednesday night
I talked to you earlier that day
Getting involved in a relationship
We both knew what was to come
We knew that you were moving
Yet we decided to pursue it all
Even though it seemed wrong
We decided to just get together
We were ready for the challenge
We were going to move forward
As one from miles from the other

It was two thirds of a year
It was a great eight months
Although it was very difficult
We pushed on to success
We faced major setbacks
Undesirable amounts of pain
And the last but not least
The fear of you leaving earth
In eight months we faces a lot
More than others in two years
Our relationship was unique
And it sure was special to me
But it seems like you forgot
It is just an evil presence to you
And although it's nothing to you
Our relationship meant a lot to me

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
But your Eyelids bear the burden of your past ,
And your Eyelashes are anchored to caskets heavy ,
With logs of unburnt memories ,
Logs fit for the pyre of your past ,
That you chose to maroon on uninhabited shores.

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
And watch me burn myself at the pyres of your past ,
And keep you warm enough to outlive this winter,
And every winter destined to come ,
And dream of a tomorrow,
Unstained by the poison spilt last night.

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
And let me gaze away at those stormy eyes ,
Which unlike mere spheres of crystal beads ,
Mirror the memories that lurk ,
Beneath a veil, well woven with lies ,
And spun out of strands of false felicity,

I wish you would stay awake tonight ,
And sing me a different song each hour ,
Till your song outlives the eternal force ,
That rolls the wayward wheel of time ,

I wish you would stay awake tonight,
But then , I know you won’t .