Water on the way
Passing hands
Watch the liquid sway
Spitting stories from the skies
Look down with your yellow eye
Brave
Grows steeled in its covet
Of the crown
Shoving night away
Keep pushing little lies
Emancipate them with your yellow eye
Saved
Salts in shades
Shake devotion from the stars
Thick tar turns to martyrs
As a moment turns to day
Stained glass peers
Bring tears to your yellow eye
Slave
Another slender figure
In the mirror
Cries to stay
Modeling composure
As it struggles for some closure
Disclosing on the altar
That it falters when it prays
Black mold in the corner
Blindfold to your yellow eye
Grave
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
Water on the way
Passing hands
Watch the liquid sway
Spitting stories from the skies
Look down with your yellow eye
Brave
Grows steeled in its covet
Of the crown
Shoving night away
Keep pushing little lies
Emancipate them with your yellow eye
Saved
Salts in shades
Shake devotion from the stars
Thick tar turns to martyrs
As a moment turns to day
Stained glass peers
Bring tears to your yellow eye
Slave
Another slender figure
In the mirror
Cries to stay
Modeling composure
As it struggles for some closure
Disclosing on the altar
That it falters when it prays
Black mold in the corner
Blindfold to your yellow eye
Grave
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