The liquid is in your throat For hopeless delight After all you fell in love with death, Life has aborted. All youve had and all you became, The night is calling, you pray forth. The barren waste is your land Your crops, they were sown to die The skin is a mirror The eyes hollow with ignorance Health runs from your lips Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep All those years caring for a liar A benefit road that is winding higher Youre a moth too close to the fire You are stuck in a route of confusion Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all Fleeing your sorrows Pushing your spirit away Sick of the weakness of the psyche A whisper from the heart of evil luring them all into despair Resenting the goods of a savior And cries out For the restless will also die A selection culled from the damned, drawing a lifeline of one A friend died in your room and sought the birth of a follower O brother, you are a killer and you target yourself I wish youd never come back for us to see the beckoning end And the pride of a mother brought flaws in a mothers son And the love from a father was used by a fathers son Overheard us talking in a smoke of lost hope The language of a parting so clear and so true Overheard us talking
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 01:45:21 +0000
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