From the ground in your burial,
to the ashes we breath in-
The grieving calls of humanity,
and a lay on the bed of eternal slumber.
inside your soul- the dormant emotion awakens.
I can see the change in your eyes, windows to your reality.
I can see through you, and the empty shell which consumes you.
Here I go- and off again,
you'll be the death of me.
I haven't had sleep in years- if I chose to return there,
where will I find you?
If your memory is gone,
where will I find you?
inside your soul- the dormant emotion awakens.
I can see the change in your eyes, windows to your reality.
I forgot who you were- who you are-
I've lost sight of your meaning.
If I had even known it anyways.
Beyond the rode I see your face again.
The purest of happiness erases the existence of my melancholy.
Have I hope now? Have I a reason to exist like I did before?
Before your dormant emotion awakened?
Then at the last moment of truth, I realized-
"Whats a closed face, and closed windows-
if one another?"
Until I find you again, and again.
Maybe I can do it right this time.
I can walk, walk away. And so it'll be.
Here I go- and off again,
you'll be the death of me.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Tue May 05, 2009 @ 04:13am · 0 Comments |
