For every love lost, we had our backs to the wall. And when the time came to fix this, death had already won. Within our blistering hearts, we know the ways of this sick world. I still don't believe, not once to this day, why was it not me? Always giving it up to see it through. Before that strenuous day, I had taken it for granted, the actuality that all we have is time. Hope is all that we can lean on, because reason will never stay firm. No closure for the commendable, no forgiveness given to those who help us sleep. Not hard to dignify what we hold inside, for those who we adorn, I don't expect the time, nor trust the day to happen so soon. With tragedy lingering aside, our lives can never go on, without a hint of a memory, to stain a smile upon our face. You have opened my eyes, to this harsh existence. Why should I spend my time, along the wall and hiding underneath? All that we've lost is all that we've got. Live for today or die for nothing. Gain or grieve, but waste is not an option. Open up the monumental door. Take what you have lost and benefit from imminent disaster, the struggle, the power, the attainment. You have opened my eyes.