The Cold Part

Feeling lost.

This is the part of me that's left.

The part that didn't get thrown away.

The rest has dissolved into anonymity.

While everything else is dead.

I tried to save it many times.

But was left with a lie instead.

The thought that I could control it all.

All the s**t that runs through my head.

Now you see a faded shadow,

of what could've been.

A lost soul in a light less world,

Staring out into the fringe. 

If this is truly where it ends,

I hope I can let go.

Of all the things I once was,

And of the things I'll never know.