The Drowning (written by: Rozz Williams) Up for three days Up for three days Down under ground for six more Incisions cannot penetrate my feet Tripping, gliding, falling numbly Hands held together with unwanted skin Ripping, hiding calling dumbly You, in houses of mud You, in gutter sleep-love You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves You dressing daughters and sons Like you - I am broken and fragile Like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time Like you - I am feeding on slumber Like you - Ive left my eyes far behind me Down for the count Im still drowning Im still drowning The eighth day Sleep, the eighth day Clawed my way back to the first No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes Weeping, prying, struggling blindly Theres no sanity standing me back on my feet Im in an empty room Im burning books from you Im lost in bed with you Breaking these mirrors to end all Ive seen Like you - I am broken and fragile Like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time Like you - I am feeding on slumber Like you - Ive left my eyes far behind me Down for the count Im still drowning Im still drowning Im still drowning - See more at: darkasylum.co.uk/videos/287/14665/christian-death-the-drowning-w#sthash.MqjNqc2c.dpuf darkasylum.co.uk/videos/287/14665/christian-death-the-drowning-w
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 23:20:10 +0000
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