That Flickering LightMy words have stood the test of timeMore Like This
Every statement, every quote, every promise
as a cool fall night, the soft breeze to a wind chime,
another gesture of my authenticity and how I am honest
From the day coincidences aligned to reveal the bigger picture
Down to the current minute when the lights only seems to flicker
It's only been on my mind as I ponder, is this rapture?
Or does this...do you...simply boil down to being another chapter?
The light that will only flicker has not-so long to live
for that is what you and I wanted before and it is dying
Do you no longer care? Nothing left to give?
The death of me appears to be further trying...to see it live
I can't say I have ever loved before, but there is a first for everything.
You were that first, I knew that you were different.
Someone that would heal, actually care, and be accepting.
So close from so far away. Was it really to be? Or was will this death be something deliberate...?
Portal 2 - More ScienceShe tries harder every day.More Like This
Her internal clock gives a start to her mornings with a drizzle of orders, soft and systematic; they join the buzz of the neon lights, flooding the circuitry of each tier.
She lets them out, one by one, until the slow awakening turns into activity — the machines obey in a crescendo, a tune unchanged for years, to fulfill a ritual as unnecessary as it is needed.
She gives a timing to her world outside. It is a way, a resource, to silence the error she cannot correct in herself. It makes things a little less heavy, if not better at all.
For yes, her voice still takes her by surprise, when her plans flow too well to distract her — her echo, her sad song, springs from the back of her memory. With her and her grief, Aperture comes to a halt.
She needs a pensive pause; then, again, it starts over.