Friday, June 9, 2017

Spout

Another tear falls from the heavens
I let her down, yet again I've let her down
I've arranged all of my sins into sevens
It picks me up, but then it throws me down

Such disdain
In my head
With red rooms
In my stead

Can the pieces go back together again?

These walls still speak for themselves
But then the blood spouts
Splitting the sides of my conscience
And then the blood spouts

Awaken to a nightmare that I thought I had passed
I hate it all, yes, I hate it all
I've committed more than enough of my time
It's a win for loss, and yes, it's fucking gross

Flowers rot
Laughs, cries
Smiles fade
Love dies

Can a perfect storm every come through again?

These walls still speak for themselves
But then the blood spouts
Splitting the sides of my conscience
And then the blood spouts

And then the blood spouts
And then the blood spouts
And then the blood spouts

I still refuse to give in
No matter how in doubt
I can't forget where I've been
Even when I'm in doubt

This is far from the end
So let the screams out
I know I've been here before
And I always find my way out

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