Love while the night still hides the withering dawn..
Come the day the illusion will be gone.
Your heart will be lain to rest inside the unmarked tomb,
Within your chest, an empty hole.
Torn asunder by the lack of his lying sweet words against your ear,
The sweet nothings, that meant not a thing.
This is your poison.
This is your addiction.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn..
Come the day the illusion will be gone.
Your heart will be lain to rest inside the unmarked tomb,
Within your chest, an empty hole.
Torn asunder by the lack of his lying sweet words against your ear,
The sweet nothings, that meant not a thing.
This is your poison.
This is your addiction.
