If I could Id tell you
What is like to surrender.
If I was able to, Id show you
How a dead soul mourns at night.
Shivers that dress me in madness
Waiting for a cold breeze to cast a spell,
Tremors I was once surrounded with
Hold my hand into abyss.
Like tearing flesh with a rotten iron bar,
Or wiping my back open
With the tears of a thousand broken hearts.
Rip my nails, burn me lonely
So I can once again feel.
The shattered picture I held near me
Lost a place to be in.
Like a blade cutting deeply
Into every vein, every limb,
I’ll fantasize of a place
Where pain will cease to exist.
Drag me through the mud now
Mock me if you dare,
Spit on me, hopeless ending dreams.
Rip me away from madness
Carve a hole in my grin,
Create a world of nonsense
Where I can once again wish.
Oh if I could I would,
Hold onto to you once more
I understand is far from truth now,
But would you please explain to me
Why a whisper can travel forever
But a wish would die young?
Show me, I beg you,
The path to redeem.
Guide me, I ask of you
While I drive off a broken and rusty bridge.
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 4:24 PM UTC
If I could Id tell you
What is like to surrender.
If I was able to, Id show you
How a dead soul mourns at night.
Shivers that dress me in madness
Waiting for a cold breeze to cast a spell,
Tremors I was once surrounded with
Hold my hand into abyss.
Like tearing flesh with a rotten iron bar,
Or wiping my back open
With the tears of a thousand broken hearts.
Rip my nails, burn me lonely
So I can once again feel.
The shattered picture I held near me
Lost a place to be in.
Like a blade cutting deeply
Into every vein, every limb,
I’ll fantasize of a place
Where pain will cease to exist.
Drag me through the mud now
Mock me if you dare,
Spit on me, hopeless ending dreams.
Rip me away from madness
Carve a hole in my grin,
Create a world of nonsense
Where I can once again wish.
Oh if I could I would,
Hold onto to you once more
I understand is far from truth now,
But would you please explain to me
Why a whisper can travel forever
But a wish would die young?
Show me, I beg you,
The path to redeem.
Guide me, I ask of you
While I drive off a broken and rusty bridge.
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