The Plight of Those You Left Behind

Memories flood back
Like shards of glass
With your blood gently pressed through the cracks
Pain that you harbored back then
Has manifested, now there's no time to react
You gotta get a grip on your shit
Or you'll be stuck again
But alas, did it ever really end?
This is the plight
Of those you left behind
Withered like flowers
Left in the sun to dry

Rotting carcass terrified
Souls bleed in the dead of night
A pale sunset for the blind
Misery redefined
The plight of those you left behind

Oh what a shame it is
That this nightmare
Is yours to bare
Things that you have
Taken for granted
Now far beyond disrepair

Rose petals turn to dust in your hands
A metaphor, quite surely
For the compromise of life
The plight of those you left behind