Blinded by rage,
Or was it helplessness?
Someone with bent torn pages
Wouldn't know the difference
Scraping nails needing an alibi,
With the thirst of a collapsing throat,
Making sacrifices were paper thin lies
And closed rooms were loudest at dawn
So we wait in the dark
Maybe new beginnings are making their mark
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Blinded by rage,
Or was it helplessness?
Someone with bent torn pages
Wouldn't know the difference
Scraping nails needing an alibi,
With the thirst of a collapsing throat,
Making sacrifices were paper thin lies
And closed rooms were loudest at dawn
So we wait in the dark
Maybe new beginnings are making their mark
