Words fade as if they were false
***** out in an instant.
In time only a memory takes hold
that of a great pain.
Tethered to the killing wheel
i sail to the fires of this world
and keep moving on like an adiction
takes me from the inside.
Another day my ship is wrecked
another life feels like i am flying
another sunset i start to hear them now
like wispers of broken prayers.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Words fade as if they were false
***** out in an instant.
In time only a memory takes hold
that of a great pain.
Tethered to the killing wheel
i sail to the fires of this world
and keep moving on like an adiction
takes me from the inside.
Another day my ship is wrecked
another life feels like i am flying
another sunset i start to hear them now
like wispers of broken prayers.
