I Reminisce of Sepia-Steeped Days

Either way, I'm fucked,
Fucked with or without you.
I'd rather rot alone
Than make you rot with me, too.

As much as I may want to spend my every waking moment
Laying beside you in hopes of just one solitary dream,
I just know that I'd pull you down to my depths;
I'd rather die alone than let you hear my silent screams.

I reminisce
Of sepia-steeped days;
A younger me
Who still happily plays.
I remember dragons
Flying high above the swings
As I close my eyes;
When nature still sings.

I've seen a million lands
Reaching to the depths of my mind.
I've seen verdant valleys,
And I've seen much darker kinds.
I want badly to return,
And it's not that I don't try.
But these days are days
I'm just more prone to cry.

There's no magic bean
To grow a magic bean stalk.
Never again will I be clean
On this path I'm doomed to walk.
There are no magical lands
For me to be whisked off to.
I watch the falling sands;
Oh, where the time flew.

I reminisce
Of sepia-steeped days
As I close my eyes,
When nature still sings...