What matters when your blood's gone cold,
When the colour fades away from your eyes,
When your heart has sunk to a bottomless pit?
Naught but a desire for life remains,
Guiding me in my dreams.
Held back by chains of the days past,
Ruminating how to move ahead.
All I know is I'm not finished yet,
I'll make myself a better grave.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
What matters when your blood's gone cold,
When the colour fades away from your eyes,
When your heart has sunk to a bottomless pit?
Naught but a desire for life remains,
Guiding me in my dreams.
Held back by chains of the days past,
Ruminating how to move ahead.
All I know is I'm not finished yet,
I'll make myself a better grave.