back it up back it up

with no goal there is no reason to try
this story has no ending, it's not a fairy
tale. this is real life, my darling dear
so i have no fear as i search the
world at large in hopes of seeing thee
somewhere other than in my slumber.
will you hold me tightly, trying harder
than i to hold back those tears
that threaten to break out, get free
of the our tear ducts jail cell.
i imagine she'd have such a lovely smile,
as haunting as the touch of a devil.
if i could be a deity, i'd be a martyr
just so i'd be remembered as for
something. oh in my youth i was a fool
cause i almost committed the worst of all
sins. still have on my wrist those scars.
all for the hopes of ending this journey.
to discover the only hidden secret there
seems to be left in this post modern hell
we call present; but yet i lived, still
here- still breathing and i can feel
my heart beating in my chest cavity.
although i'm still only just a boy,
alone in this life of mine, this tale
i hope to one day end with no tragedy
but an epilogue that stands up to the
test of time. either way, i love her already.