Left of Me

There's not much left of me anymore,
The cobwebs have finally been evacuated
And my ashes are blown away by the wind.
I come and I go now, as the waves do...
I'm here when you sleep and leave before you awaken.
We speak, or I listen, and life seems as it was
Then.

There's a vast emptiness inside now,
One I wish not to inflict on you, or her...
And emptiness that has no ending,
No meaning to the past...
No hope of any future...
Nothing has been left of me.

I used to have hope then,
I was a mystery to you, a puzzle.
I was the salvation you needed
And the fantasy that broke you to the core.
I'd lie if I said I did not rejoice in knowing
You needed me to breathe properly.
I'm still there, you know, even when I am away,
There are things one in my position must do
To avoid certain things out of my hands...
Stay away from eternal damnation...
Stay for one more moment
So that in that moment,
I can break your heart.

You still see me as human,
A demon beyond thy comprehension, love.
I am a monster who thrives on attention,
And I have sold my soul, my love...
For a glimpse of you.

I do as I am told, and am the major tool in the shack,
The chameleon you adored is now but a rusty nail
In his own coffin.
And damnation seemed so sweet until I caught a glimpse
Of the shiny star
In my universe.

My eyes were blind, and then I saw the light,
I broke you and now all tortures me...
And I try to find a way for my redemption
So I may flee too soon to break your heart again.
You call my name, and I am but a whisper,
I touch the glass between your skin and mine...
I dare not breathe your name another second...
I loved you most my dear... you are my afterlife.