It hurts to see your feeble bones draped with colourless skin,
your eyes sunken back into your soul,
your smile withers at the edges and theres a tremble in your talk.
I miss you although your not gone,
I miss the way you only ever rotted on the inside,
I want to reverse the evil axis of time.
There is no sympathy without loss,
and without loss there is hope,
a dark deathly tale of hope.
a rain shower will not mend your wilted flower so I keep dry,
whilst onlookers fail to understand why my heavens wont open.
I remember you, the way the sun still shines.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
It hurts to see your feeble bones draped with colourless skin,
your eyes sunken back into your soul,
your smile withers at the edges and theres a tremble in your talk.
I miss you although your not gone,
I miss the way you only ever rotted on the inside,
I want to reverse the evil axis of time.
There is no sympathy without loss,
and without loss there is hope,
a dark deathly tale of hope.
a rain shower will not mend your wilted flower so I keep dry,
whilst onlookers fail to understand why my heavens wont open.
I remember you, the way the sun still shines.
