Lurking for me in the shadows of despair
I see no strenght in my spirit, cracking again
Loud noises bring me eternal softness laying between you and the void
Droping tear, licking blood, making me want nothing
Then come back for more
Seeing you can’t help
Absorbing your glances and that makes me capable of escaping this hole of bones
I can break them now
Scattering them through the silence of my echo
Illusion running through my veins, filled with cinnamon and grapes.
You owe me grass of open locks
Right before I became a prisoner in a coma
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Lurking for me in the shadows of despair
I see no strenght in my spirit, cracking again
Loud noises bring me eternal softness laying between you and the void
Droping tear, licking blood, making me want nothing
Then come back for more
Seeing you can’t help
Absorbing your glances and that makes me capable of escaping this hole of bones
I can break them now
Scattering them through the silence of my echo
Illusion running through my veins, filled with cinnamon and grapes.
You owe me grass of open locks
Right before I became a prisoner in a coma