Your shadow haunts me in my dreams
It holds a knife, I quietly bleed
I'm swallowing your burning pain
Our flowing blood might be the same
My fear is walking through your door
It tears up everything you know
For all our demons fit so well
We hide them good, we go through hell
Our naked hearts, a place to rest
Beneath the surface, weary chest
And four eyes widened by the sound
Of finding shelter never found
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Your shadow haunts me in my dreams
It holds a knife, I quietly bleed
I'm swallowing your burning pain
Our flowing blood might be the same
My fear is walking through your door
It tears up everything you know
For all our demons fit so well
We hide them good, we go through hell
Our naked hearts, a place to rest
Beneath the surface, weary chest
And four eyes widened by the sound
Of finding shelter never found
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