The hurt bleeds gold,
As I shine in my sivler
Watching through glass of age,
Comfortable in my winter
tears are but a reflection,
That my heart won't understand
All I have is this world,
Through the eyes of a sad man
The beauty in them scars,
Of the stars that shine in dark
Steps that lead us back,
In memories far apart
And run through this path,
With pain in our heart
And bleed them a rainbow
In every morn' numb hour
Because I have nothing to gain,
And I'm left with nothing to lose
The glass might be broken,
But I can still see through
And i hold my breath,
As I suffocate in silence
And feel the calm,
Of the deathly resistance
That I harbour so in my heart
And the world's essence,
The one I capture in my box of pain,
In a tears presence,
That remind,
How blue is the sky
From the eyes of a sad man,
As I watch my smile that hurts
And bleeds me an ocean
Watch through the cracks,
Of every doors that's broken,
And find yourself on a shelve,
Waiting to be done and sold
To the pain that we so harbour,
And weigh in gold,
make themselves an idol,
By the dreams we hold
Of how grey the page is,
With every word it molds
There is no depth of a scar,
If it kills a man
How beautiful death is,
From the eyes of a sad man.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
The hurt bleeds gold,
As I shine in my sivler
Watching through glass of age,
Comfortable in my winter
tears are but a reflection,
That my heart won't understand
All I have is this world,
Through the eyes of a sad man
The beauty in them scars,
Of the stars that shine in dark
Steps that lead us back,
In memories far apart
And run through this path,
With pain in our heart
And bleed them a rainbow
In every morn' numb hour
Because I have nothing to gain,
And I'm left with nothing to lose
The glass might be broken,
But I can still see through
And i hold my breath,
As I suffocate in silence
And feel the calm,
Of the deathly resistance
That I harbour so in my heart
And the world's essence,
The one I capture in my box of pain,
In a tears presence,
That remind,
How blue is the sky
From the eyes of a sad man,
As I watch my smile that hurts
And bleeds me an ocean
Watch through the cracks,
Of every doors that's broken,
And find yourself on a shelve,
Waiting to be done and sold
To the pain that we so harbour,
And weigh in gold,
make themselves an idol,
By the dreams we hold
Of how grey the page is,
With every word it molds
There is no depth of a scar,
If it kills a man
How beautiful death is,
From the eyes of a sad man.
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