Empty houses
Leave violent echoes
Of the choices we made
But the throes of death
Will eventually subside
And we are left with
More reason to hide
I cover myself in truth
And then bide my time
I know you are ruthless
But so am I
I will pass this test
And let my feelings for us die
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
Empty houses
Leave violent echoes
Of the choices we made
But the throes of death
Will eventually subside
And we are left with
More reason to hide
I cover myself in truth
And then bide my time
I know you are ruthless
But so am I
I will pass this test
And let my feelings for us die
