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I

You woke up in my dream today
Which was weird since you never asked to be there
Lost in landscapes epic across your view
Saw the beautiful place I made for you

Watched my memories of us together play across the surface of a pond
Splashing the surface when you couldn't take it anymore
The memories not as you had left them
Seemed as if the had been retooled

The ripples crashed into the surface opposite like tidal waves
Whisking wanton dreams away like the painful memories they really are

Strolling further along this dream you pealed away the thick coat of paint
Fresh paint caked everything with the utmost precision
Some unseen caretaker trying to keep the place looking pretty but losing the original look long ago

The colors were all wrong
When did pink enter this sad story?
Right colors in wrong places
Greens that should be black
Someone will surely pay for that

The overall gut wrench this place brought made you see and eventually pity the error in my though
You spent all day in this dream picking apart all its seems
Exposing the rigid rust below the surface
Calloused rock below sun bleached sand

When you finally exposed the exit you found new pity in your heart
A part of your gut shut off due to inactivity
…till now

Thank you for the visit
Thank you for the dose of reality
Thank you for the taste of a life all but lost
Thank you for stopping by

II

I woke up in your dream today
Which was weird because I don't ever remember you placing me there
No matter how I begged and pleaded
All you really needed was time or space…

In any case I found myself there
And found a great white room, bare
A giant art exhibit hall with no pieces to share

I wandered around and lost myself for what felt like ages
Finally I found a giant book with blank pages
Placed next to this great book I didn't dare look

It was a picture frame hung low next to my face
I sat back in awe as it played out your memories
Each image ran through with cracks, grain, and burns
Each image scarred more than the one before
The glass in the frame cracked with years of disgrace

Behind the pain inflicted to the images
Behind the pain of their existence
There lay the most sublime remembrance ballad ever played

A smile graced my jaw as I misplaced all that awe
My guts sank to my shoes
My heart jumped up to my gullet
Like the pain of catching a bullet… it hit me
All very quickly and none too soon

I knew that once this hall was gloriously full of pictures of me
Pictures of us
Pictures of us
Pictures of us
And pictures of me
All lost now
All taken out back and shot like a lame horse
All disposed of by some invisible curator

Each pass just a little bit more…
… or a little bit less
All depending on your state of mind
Until there was nothing left
Nothing but this one frame

And now you wish you could forget
But you can't
So you kick and you tear and you scream and you cry and you laugh at your feeble attempts

Sitting there I though I could almost see you across from the frame
Pressed in the corner pretending not to watch
As I reached out to comfort you my vision disappeared
And I tripped over the book

Reaching down I picked it up for another look
The cover read "Savior of Nothing but My Soul: A Tribute to Lost Love"
Opening the massive pages I gawked at the absolute nothing that grazed them
Stopping at the first page I saw the words as if the appeared there just for me
"Fallen, now, too far to be caught.
You will never save me.
There are no more battles to be fought.
True love only ends in tragedy…"

Description
I

You woke up in my dream today
Which was weird since you never asked to be there
Lost in landscapes epic across your view
Saw the beautiful place I made for you

Watched my memories of us together play across the surface of a pond
Splashing the surface when you couldn't take it anymore
The memories not as you had left them
Seemed as if the had been retooled

The ripples crashed into the surface opposite like tidal waves
Whisking wanton dreams away like the painful memories they really are

Strolling further along this dream you pealed away the thick coat of paint
Fresh paint caked everything with the utmost precision
Some unseen caretaker trying to keep the place looking pretty but losing the original look long ago

The colors were all wrong
When did pink enter this sad story?
Right colors in wrong places
Greens that should be black
Someone will surely pay for that

The overall gut wrench this place brought made you see and eventually pity the error in my though
You spent all day in this dream picking apart all its seems
Exposing the rigid rust below the surface
Calloused rock below sun bleached sand

When you finally exposed the exit you found new pity in your heart
A part of your gut shut off due to inactivity
…till now

Thank you for the visit
Thank you for the dose of reality
Thank you for the taste of a life all but lost
Thank you for stopping by

II

I woke up in your dream today
Which was weird because I don't ever remember you placing me there
No matter how I begged and pleaded
All you really needed was time or space…

In any case I found myself there
And found a great white room, bare
A giant art exhibit hall with no pieces to share

I wandered around and lost myself for what felt like ages
Finally I found a giant book with blank pages
Placed next to this great book I didn't dare look

It was a picture frame hung low next to my face
I sat back in awe as it played out your memories
Each image ran through with cracks, grain, and burns
Each image scarred more than the one before
The glass in the frame cracked with years of disgrace

Behind the pain inflicted to the images
Behind the pain of their existence
There lay the most sublime remembrance ballad ever played

A smile graced my jaw as I misplaced all that awe
My guts sank to my shoes
My heart jumped up to my gullet
Like the pain of catching a bullet… it hit me
All very quickly and none too soon

I knew that once this hall was gloriously full of pictures of me
Pictures of us
Pictures of us
Pictures of us
And pictures of me
All lost now
All taken out back and shot like a lame horse
All disposed of by some invisible curator

Each pass just a little bit more…
… or a little bit less
All depending on your state of mind
Until there was nothing left
Nothing but this one frame

And now you wish you could forget
But you can't
So you kick and you tear and you scream and you cry and you laugh at your feeble attempts

Sitting there I though I could almost see you across from the frame
Pressed in the corner pretending not to watch
As I reached out to comfort you my vision disappeared
And I tripped over the book

Reaching down I picked it up for another look
The cover read "Savior of Nothing but My Soul: A Tribute to Lost Love"
Opening the massive pages I gawked at the absolute nothing that grazed them
Stopping at the first page I saw the words as if the appeared there just for me
"Fallen, now, too far to be caught.
You will never save me.
There are no more battles to be fought.
True love only ends in tragedy…"