your finger prints are all over me

Sell your books, return your clothes,
erase everything of you from my room:
the love letters you wrote to me,
the scent of your perfume on my bed sheets,
the writing you left on my wall -
all of them are gone
but your fingerprints are all over me
and still it's your voice I hear when I sleep
your face I see when I close my eyes
your name that echoes.
It's your heart I hear beating
and your lips I long to kiss.

Who is the man who falls?

Why do we fall? How do we get up again? How do we forget the nightmare pain of impact? Why do we fall again?

All I remember is that I am falling - I have been for almost an eternity. The ghosts of someone else's dream surround me as a plummet towards what must be hell.

I am faceless. I am nameless. I suffer someone else's punishment am gulty of someone else's crimes.

I want to forget to never wake again. I want to stay there...
there, in the dark - where there's nothing
to keep me in or keep me out

I want to forget - to fall...
never wake again
I want to stay there...
there in the dark

Falling always falling
always broken by the fall

Why do we fall? How do we get up again? How do we forget the nightmare pain of impact? Why do we fall again?

We learn to get up again
We learn to forget
We learn to make our faces new each morning - to remember our smiles

And we become something else

I had a name - but it is forgotten
I had a life - but I deny it now
I ignore the people I once called friends
I pass by the places that used to be home
I pretend I am elsewhere - in someone else's life, someone else's nightmare - feeling someone else's pain ... but it is my own.

Forgetfulness is my mask

on

When love fails we do not. We go on - not because we want to; not because we have to; not because we should; but because we go on. Once born there is no going back - we are compelled onward towards the nothing with no choice but to go on