Stuck Outside
2001, Zargo the Fierce
I retreat to the gloom
Of a dark musty tomb
Of the memories in the back of my mind.
I stashed them away
In case needed one day
When my own Joy was too hard to find
I'm living in fear
Of the calendar, dear
With each day bringing closer the end.
I wonder how long
Until you are gone,
Leaving me alone once again.
I recall a time
Spent on soft talk and wine
And the whispers that drift through the night
Now it's hard to see
Just what you think of me
For your feelings are nowhere in sight
