Tear me down

Is it the past,
that kills me in emptiness abound.
Is it the past;
or your memory that tears me down?

Distance is the air between us,
but it wasn't supposed to be this thick.
My breath is getting shallower,
and I need oxygen, quick!

I choke and sputter,
like fragile gears on a struggling clock.
I'm a lost cause, a lost cause...
will you save me or finish me off?

My feet hang off the edge,
of the miles and miles that keep us apart.
But it's crumbling,
or is that the remains of my heart?

Deeper than my fears,
is the haunting question 'why'.
Why I attach myself to this lonely land,
when all have left me here to die.

Control mocks me moreover,
it floats away on silver waves.
And the clouds burst,
as my peers whisper, "This is what saves."

My hands are used to this sickness,
they know this shade of red, they want me to ungrasp.
But I fight with myself,
knowing I must cling to my past.

Oh, but nothing here has such griefs,
they go on together, they don't look back.
Could it be, simply because,
some love cannot retract?

Some thread in and out perfectly,
some can do it without a care.
And there's nothing to seperate such harmonies,
not some other, not even air.

Tears fall like blackened ashes,
or sulken, fragile and blackened dirt.
Yes, the earth is crumbling beneath my feet,
and all I want is you, for all that's worth.

I fall and fall and fall,
but you won't be at the bottom, you won't catch me.
I can't breathe, I can't feel,
and your eyes are all I need to see.

Before I hit those sharp rocks,
let me conclude with this to say;
You won't come back to rescue me,
but I'll love you anyway.

Is is the past,
that kills me in emptiness abound.
Is it the past;
or you memory, that tears me down?