Don't bend at the rubble at your feet Grey skies and dried blood will waste away Time has kneeled over The view, no sudden moves The minor lift causes a greater fall.... Oh and angels have faked that night Wings ripped and halos dulled Lost In the abyss Abuse and alcohol Cigarettes and smoke Oh they fill her as well Ghosts have poured sorrow in your void The deeper the cut the more you feel And the less you sense Mindless hearts Hold on tight Grip your soul with all your worth I know you've just been torn
*This isn't everything you are.
For you. Skaidrum, this isn't you. I'm so sorry. Love and best wishes .