Dead Weight

Only when your eyes are closed...

Portrayed as pitiful, rage makes me miniscule,

pain makes me beautiful, until I get cynical.

It is the lost where I am found,

and this is all hell for the heaven bound...

 

 

I am a single whispered word you have forgotten,

a lingering happy residue only moving on has begotten...

 

You called me a dream, woven into an imaginary seam,

a complex hopeful scheme, and I was not what it'd seem.

 

I was a dream, and you are awake,

open eyes show I was only what you'd make...

 

 

All I've ever been for you was dead weight,

a loving memory, a pretty dream turned nightmare by fate.

The remnant of an ideology you've shed and forsaken,

The light casting the shadows of a story that's been taken...

 

 

You thought I'd inspire, and now it seems I'm the liar,

selling out to a fire, to vanish in the wind without a buyer...

 

 

You called me a dream, woven into an imaginary seam,

a complex hopeful scheme, and I was not what it'd seem.

I was a dream, and you are awake,

open eyes show I was only what you'd make...

All I've ever been for you was dead weight,

a loving memory, a pretty dream turned nightmare by fate.