Maybe I crush a lot
Maybe my love is hollow,
Forced out and missed,
Disregard the shells and tips.
And so I've bleed smoke
So means I've pulled this arm
Only to be lead along alone
A war I tried with charm.
I reaped what I have sowed,
In all that's set in stone,
lifeless bodies shown ahead,
A path left in bones.
In life I am a prison
My heart is just the cell
what guards the flesh are bars
And they're cold as well.
Which pumps solitude
Solidifies my pride
life sentences leaving me dead nor alive.
But yet I see a light
At the end of this stream
A ending to this nightmare
I wake up in a dream.
Where there's nothing more
Than to relish in demise
Become what's in reality
And of the world in set of lies.
So let me be vulnerable
As my breathe loses stride
Let this all be the end
of this world I must abide.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Maybe I crush a lot
Maybe my love is hollow,
Forced out and missed,
Disregard the shells and tips.
And so I've bleed smoke
So means I've pulled this arm
Only to be lead along alone
A war I tried with charm.
I reaped what I have sowed,
In all that's set in stone,
lifeless bodies shown ahead,
A path left in bones.
In life I am a prison
My heart is just the cell
what guards the flesh are bars
And they're cold as well.
Which pumps solitude
Solidifies my pride
life sentences leaving me dead nor alive.
But yet I see a light
At the end of this stream
A ending to this nightmare
I wake up in a dream.
Where there's nothing more
Than to relish in demise
Become what's in reality
And of the world in set of lies.
So let me be vulnerable
As my breathe loses stride
Let this all be the end
of this world I must abide.
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