Don't bend at the rubble at your feet
Grey skies and dried blood will waste away
Time has kneeled over
The view, no sudden moves
The minor lift causes a greater fall....
Oh and angels have faked that night
Wings ripped and halos dulled
Lost
In the abyss
Abuse and alcohol
Cigarettes and smoke
Oh they fill her as well
Ghosts have poured sorrow in your void
The deeper the cut the more you feel
And the less you sense
Mindless hearts
Hold on tight
Grip your soul with all your worth
I know you've just been torn
*This isn't everything you are.
For you.
Skaidrum, this isn't you. I'm so sorry. Love and best wishes .
