I'm gona miss you

I’m gona miss you when the light burn out in this city

With a dying flicker of wasted redemption

I’m gona miss you when the high tide rolls out

And carries with it that last solitary grain of sand

I’m gona miss you when the hopelessness of a new day sets in

And sets its sights on a faked fabrication

I’m gona miss you when the last of a dying breed grimaces

At the thought of a fading future

I’ve had about as much as I can take of myself

I think it’s time to let push come to shove

Let agony run its course; and let time heal no wounds

Let these wounds infect and forego anymore mindless cures

I’m gona miss you when time has stopped

And the visible boundary of our deceptive desire plays out in vein

I’m gona miss you when all is lost

And finding nothing to truly wish for shreds us all to pieces

I’m gona miss you when the last shopkeeper closes his doors

And boards up his shop with nails of aching sorrow

And I’m gona miss you when the moon goes dim

Drenched in the forbidden darkness of a tragic end

I’ve learned enough is never enough, but it took me too long

I’ve learned the end is never near when the end is all you want

Let all that we gave in to be a reckoning, sacrifices be a bitter victory

Let all that is within us stay buried for only the inner eye to witness dwelling unseen

I’m gona miss you when we can longer find

That constant flame that burns our minds away

And I’m gona miss you when the termites eat away our sanctuary

Rotten emotions come to the forefront, indicating they grieve our passing