What is buried so deep inside A memory so entwined many lines and differing angles The same frame can be seen Differently with different lens Different outcome for every scene Can alter all the things And I would not remain as the person I am
A room with a quiet light . A space lit but very dim. It's dust I see . Apon the drapes , upon the tables. It's past full of sin. A step in , and the floors creak. As window blows out , cold air seeps in. Just waiting for that thunderstorm to begin. Quiet was the feeling , so afraid to look up . The ceiling on fire , filling one cup. Hot and steaming across the room . Stood a cup of tea half gone. And that song ... What song ... Quiet wind it's gone . Now music plays and there's a battle won . A celebration of happiness beyond. Sudden lights go out , dark prevails. And screaming puts a knife to your throat. Can't say no more, the quiet wind becomes a wail. It's cold now and I need my coat . To walk the world away from that room . I have failed to see what I made my tomb.
Once felt solid, even when I was warm. Comfort by you , kept me solid. The love we grew, was bigger then two. The world felt right, when your all I had in sight. Now my warmest days , are as cold as ice. You remember that fight . The one that tore everything , even the core you built in me . I drip to the morning sun , wasting away All the pain that has won. You see through me like I'm the transparent one. And I fell to the ground and shattered , When you said you were done.