clutching to cotton like wolves to a steaming carcass-
how night flies when your heart's being flooded
ah,premature departure,how does this ring
such painful bells...
but time continues to run.hours to soar.roses to die.
my dear,I'm truly empty...these things I use to fill
the void-be them sounds or drops of alcohol-
these are mere fallen angels,borrowed pieces
that fit in all the wrong places;
I'm smiling and I'm dancing and I'm telling lies
in broad daylight,
only to...see that bed?it doesn't feel right.
I'm running from a black wave of unknown perspectives
and I'm about to trip
on my own flawed heels-
I need some pills,maybe another excuse to flee...
so be it.my beasts cannot be tamed:
to live among them or be eaten?
I wish I knew the answer...Alas!
The woods grow darker by the tear.