Tattered heart, a spark once infernal
Now lights no more than a lie
The veil of dawn begs to be nocturnal
As the night tears from the sky
Withered decades, oh sweet blasphemy
I tend to heal with knives
Suicide, uncage yourself from sanity
Karma does not have nine lives
The mud is darker on one side
The rain heavier on the other
Morals do weigh less than pride
In the hearts that we smother
Hope flies among the clouds
A desire to rid myself of pain
Standing still, eyes open, head unbowed
My sun sets to rise again
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Tattered heart, a spark once infernal
Now lights no more than a lie
The veil of dawn begs to be nocturnal
As the night tears from the sky
Withered decades, oh sweet blasphemy
I tend to heal with knives
Suicide, uncage yourself from sanity
Karma does not have nine lives
The mud is darker on one side
The rain heavier on the other
Morals do weigh less than pride
In the hearts that we smother
Hope flies among the clouds
A desire to rid myself of pain
Standing still, eyes open, head unbowed
My sun sets to rise again
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