shattered envelopes of untimely consumption
like fallen memories on the floor
the stress of love has pierced my skin
find the way, unholy kin
to begot is to be
i fall in the grasp of the norm
wondering how to contemplate
the feelings i have dressed in black
chilly nights of the november rain
my teeth chatter til they break
fallen just like memories on the floor
the purgatory of a times untold
city limits don't stop there
my eyes can't shut anymore
I am blinded by the light of a truth
staring deep inside my soul
the laughs, the tears, the dreaded tale
we speak freely in a room of many
too many
and then we ask ourselves how much
No comments:
Post a Comment