Every page turned is wasted time
Every word written is wasting lines
Just another drop of poison
To fill cracked veins
Or to prove a heart's still beating
Sliced in half and completely drained
No one is as they seem
Our emptied black sockets
See nothing bar
An empty, gray beauty
Precious things will break, my dear
And we're all slowing down
In this world that keeps turning
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Every page turned is wasted time
Every word written is wasting lines
Just another drop of poison
To fill cracked veins
Or to prove a heart's still beating
Sliced in half and completely drained
No one is as they seem
Our emptied black sockets
See nothing bar
An empty, gray beauty
Precious things will break, my dear
And we're all slowing down
In this world that keeps turning
