There must be a problem with the sound of your voice
It twinkles with the stars and laughs at the scars where you held the roses’ thorns
I heard you call my name but was it white noise?
Last time I saw you, you grew so heavy and you told me to act my age
but at this pace the hours never stay in place
I hurt myself for betraying you over your destruction
Everything caused me to creep within my soul to burn
And my eyes lost the vision of ourselves in these isolated dreams
There’s no one out there to see
I am a creature chewing on all the sutures
Eating all the crickets that hide in the house and drinking the blood of the innocent
Feeding on the young to celebrate the years gone
Because once the night comes there’s always tragedy to wake from
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
There must be a problem with the sound of your voice
It twinkles with the stars and laughs at the scars where you held the roses’ thorns
I heard you call my name but was it white noise?
Last time I saw you, you grew so heavy and you told me to act my age
but at this pace the hours never stay in place
I hurt myself for betraying you over your destruction
Everything caused me to creep within my soul to burn
And my eyes lost the vision of ourselves in these isolated dreams
There’s no one out there to see
I am a creature chewing on all the sutures
Eating all the crickets that hide in the house and drinking the blood of the innocent
Feeding on the young to celebrate the years gone
Because once the night comes there’s always tragedy to wake from