Pyres burn my heart tonight
I walk down the timepiece
So it can sip my niceties,
I thaw my soul in the outings
Tears I cried in 63’s,
Shoving my shelf off
Patching the game cards out,
The hotel room’s melting
Fuming the memories I kept for long,
My room is a mess, thinking the dead
I comb my strands recklessly
Bite it like my rusted shackles
The band is dying, I never mortify,
Seeing is a crime
Blindfolded like time,
I have worn out my shoes
Touching the tissues of my mistakes,
I act like Midas.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Pyres burn my heart tonight
I walk down the timepiece
So it can sip my niceties,
I thaw my soul in the outings
Tears I cried in 63’s,
Shoving my shelf off
Patching the game cards out,
The hotel room’s melting
Fuming the memories I kept for long,
My room is a mess, thinking the dead
I comb my strands recklessly
Bite it like my rusted shackles
The band is dying, I never mortify,
Seeing is a crime
Blindfolded like time,
I have worn out my shoes
Touching the tissues of my mistakes,
I act like Midas.
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