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The room at the end of the hall. Where all of my dreams have died.

               Countless hours of shedding tears and tearing skin.

                      I will try to convince myself that I don't miss you.

                              That your face and glorious laugh aren’t burnt into the back of my head.

I will empty the remaining drops from the pool at the bottom of the bottle into pretty crystal shot glasses and a line them into a splendid contour of the shadows that dance along my floor.

One,
       two,
            three go down
                            but in you’re honour,
                       I am sober of love.

I will sit on my bed with my naked toes and play my guitar

but no sound will echo.

          I will lay on my bed,

                face buried into the sheets

                       that still linger with the smell of you.

The black tinted tears begin to stain

the ivory white pillow in which my head lays upon.

I gaze across the bed to where the imprint of your immaculate body should lay. But cold are those sheets, no imprints visible.

Perhaps when you return, we will run along the sandy banks with our naked feet and through the twilight of out lost hopes and dreams.

                                                I sit on the floor,

                                 stained pillow to my left,

                            silent guitar to my right,

                     beautiful dancing rainbows on the wall behind me

from the sunlight now peaking through the empty crystal shot glasses.

                                      I pear upon these from the shattered pieces of the mirror which now surround my naked toes.

                                  The beautiful slits on my writs now have a glow.

                    The blood from them runs red.

Red for love

Red for a forgotten romance.

I know that each cut to my wrist is a cut to your heart but eventually,

                              Both will weep

                       Both will soon shed tears of blood.

The light now hurts my eyes as it is reflected off of the fallen blade.

    The shutters will soon go back to their daily job of allowing no light to penetrate through.

          I will try to convince myself that I don't miss you.

                   That it doesn’t pain me to think of you.

                          That I can’t picture my broken soul without your support.

I will pour countless more glasses of my liquid sanity and whimper silently into the sheets that are losing their beautiful smell.

I will wash the tear stained pillow and will wipe the burning tears and running makeup from under my eyes.

I will gaze across the bed and hope to see your glorious smile and eyes

                             Gazing back at me.

I will play my guitar and sit on my bed looking at my naked toes.

        I will watch the shadows and rainbows dance around my room.

                  I will hide the blades

                           And open the shutters.

                                   I will hold you until I don't miss you at all,

                         Years will have to pass

                     Because I’m your honour

           I am sober of love.

Description
The room at the end of the hall. Where all of my dreams have died.

               Countless hours of shedding tears and tearing skin.

                      I will try to convince myself that I don't miss you.

                              That your face and glorious laugh aren’t burnt into the back of my head.

I will empty the remaining drops from the pool at the bottom of the bottle into pretty crystal shot glasses and a line them into a splendid contour of the shadows that dance along my floor.

One,
       two,
            three go down
                            but in you’re honour,
                       I am sober of love.

I will sit on my bed with my naked toes and play my guitar

but no sound will echo.

          I will lay on my bed,

                face buried into the sheets

                       that still linger with the smell of you.

The black tinted tears begin to stain

the ivory white pillow in which my head lays upon.

I gaze across the bed to where the imprint of your immaculate body should lay. But cold are those sheets, no imprints visible.

Perhaps when you return, we will run along the sandy banks with our naked feet and through the twilight of out lost hopes and dreams.

                                                I sit on the floor,

                                 stained pillow to my left,

                            silent guitar to my right,

                     beautiful dancing rainbows on the wall behind me

from the sunlight now peaking through the empty crystal shot glasses.

                                      I pear upon these from the shattered pieces of the mirror which now surround my naked toes.

                                  The beautiful slits on my writs now have a glow.

                    The blood from them runs red.

Red for love

Red for a forgotten romance.

I know that each cut to my wrist is a cut to your heart but eventually,

                              Both will weep

                       Both will soon shed tears of blood.

The light now hurts my eyes as it is reflected off of the fallen blade.

    The shutters will soon go back to their daily job of allowing no light to penetrate through.

          I will try to convince myself that I don't miss you.

                   That it doesn’t pain me to think of you.

                          That I can’t picture my broken soul without your support.

I will pour countless more glasses of my liquid sanity and whimper silently into the sheets that are losing their beautiful smell.

I will wash the tear stained pillow and will wipe the burning tears and running makeup from under my eyes.

I will gaze across the bed and hope to see your glorious smile and eyes

                             Gazing back at me.

I will play my guitar and sit on my bed looking at my naked toes.

        I will watch the shadows and rainbows dance around my room.

                  I will hide the blades

                           And open the shutters.

                                   I will hold you until I don't miss you at all,

                         Years will have to pass

                     Because I’m your honour

           I am sober of love.