is it my age-old blasphemies
that keep you at arm's length?
screaming for life
begging for bread
i sit by the silence
wrapped in the shade
the glories of youthful dreams
beautifully fade
my name in lights
my name tonight
forgotten
if for a moment
if i could hold it tight
if i could only make love to my demise
open to skies
swim in your eyes
with the rest of the teeming sea
of humanity
lost
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
is it my age-old blasphemies
that keep you at arm's length?
screaming for life
begging for bread
i sit by the silence
wrapped in the shade
the glories of youthful dreams
beautifully fade
my name in lights
my name tonight
forgotten
if for a moment
if i could hold it tight
if i could only make love to my demise
open to skies
swim in your eyes
with the rest of the teeming sea
of humanity
lost
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