like sandcastles built along the shore caving in,
like fake worlds built to thrill only to fade.

the carnival stops but the music plays,
everyone stops but nobody hears,
my voice is faint.

this is poetry for the lonely who remain loveless.
this is music for the deaf,
pictures for the blind and stairs to walk for the crippled.

we left the world high and aroused, wreckless,
and crashed into a wall cold and damp,
you didnt see who i mistook you for.

in my absence everyone sighed and erased
my place in the world and left a hole shaped
like me but empty like you
for people to remember who i used to be.