lost souls
wandering lonely
self destructive hearts
amidst a world turning too fast
an unfamiliar nostalgia surrounding my mind
and the angels sang sadly in the background.
and the violins cut deeply
and blood from the broken hearts
from the broken bodies
spilled to the ground
poison smoke circling our feet.
haunted all along, samson traveled this world alone
his golden demonic hair hanging low
heart in his pockets
never says a word
never says...
a word
from dust we came, to dust return
your god has long forgotten us
our sins laid out on our forearms
one song playing on a broken record for all eternity
I let samson have my soul.
and the angels sang sadly in the background,
and the violins cut deeply
and the blood from the broken hearts
from the broken bodies
spilled to the ground
our minds were entwined
you tasted the smoke from my lips
dripping cyanide laced flower
your pupils are made of *****
I was lost, I succumbed
to your silent spell
and that was not how it was to be
samson, you were mine.
you were my prize
I had won...
but I had not.
and so were two lonely souls lost among the unforgiving winter
and met at their most broken.
lost, drunken, lonely souls
did what lost, drunken, lonely souls do
and left feeling less complete than before.
you said not a word,
not a word
samson, you were mine, have you forgotten?
I'm the one that writes your dreams
and plays the thoughts in your head
you were born beneath an emerald sky.
yet your face appears behind my eyes
every time they blink
untouchable
and your god laughs and laughs
at my misfortune
soul of sulfur fire
frozen in place
and the angels sang sadly in the background,
and the violins cut deeply
and the blood from the broken hearts
from the broken people
spilled to the ground
tainted soul,
somehow ****** heart
entwined in the tones escaping your lips
samson, I held the cards,
I saw your god
and yet you have your hands
wrapped around my throat
death grip
and I'm begging you not to let go,
I am the goddess of original sin
on my knees
praying for you
samson, never let me go.
I traveled through empty forests
poison smoke swirling around my feet
a lost, drunken, lonely soul.
cold dead nights spent in the company of fallen angels
and you were tainted,
yet pure.
you took my power
when my lips touched yours
and the angels sang sadly in the background
and the violins cut deep
and the blood from the broken hearts
from the broken people
spilled onto the ground.