The truth is hard to swallow
when your facing your fate between a rock and a hard place.
Your hands tainted with the soil you reap
when the bottle is the only company you keep...
Come close to me
whisper your fears and worries
ill release you of your pain
The etchings in your palm of the passing years
weigh heavy on your soul,
your ghastly glow
in the shadows of dusk
as you fade back to dust.
The moment
when it all fades away
when your real life shows
it plays like a cinema...
a sold out show
a story of many
the addiction that steals souls
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
The truth is hard to swallow
when your facing your fate between a rock and a hard place.
Your hands tainted with the soil you reap
when the bottle is the only company you keep...
Come close to me
whisper your fears and worries
ill release you of your pain
The etchings in your palm of the passing years
weigh heavy on your soul,
your ghastly glow
in the shadows of dusk
as you fade back to dust.
The moment
when it all fades away
when your real life shows
it plays like a cinema...
a sold out show
a story of many
the addiction that steals souls
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