Regarding My Non-existence

I’m doubting my own existence

It’s an effect of your wicked games

I’ve tried to curb this resistance

But alas, you are holding the reigns

Retrospecting, how accurate I was to call you child

This disregard must have been there all along

Am I still in your memory, stored and filed?

What is it that has placed me in the wrong?

I suppose this means we are friends no more

What an understatement, we are an antithesis

Or at least separate countries, nations at war

So I’m exhuming graves and signing leases

How does it feel to be a corpse?

Laying dormant in the ground

The case grows cold and the evidence warps

If only you were waiting to be found

I believe we’ve had some interesting times

If memory permits...

Getting caught for Sharpie crimes

Escaping from Warped Tour mosh pits

How quickly you’ve managed to forget it all

As simple as a snap of your fingers

I’ve wiped each window and washed each wall

Yet, the stench of something lingers

Re-visiting the issue, regarding my concern...

I am now invisible, it may seem

My existence, you permanently adjourn

Infinitesimal am I, this is your new regime