What do you say to
screaming voices
that try to invite you
to welcome drakness
bringning upon yourself
a secret
dug up,
that should have been long forgotten.
There isnt enought time
to sit you down
and ask you to belive
So take this Balde
slice my arm of fog
and bleed out the truth.
The screaming
I know it wont stop
intill i give up
and agree to my intive.
evrything else ready
to go wrong.
He could stare for hours
never look
a balck hole, empty eyes.
Darkness is always waiting
For a soul to give into temtation.
Emotanial lyrics
to a song,
stains hope
three digit number.
Mirrioring the slice to the vain,
Rushing,
there isnt enough time to expaine.
waiting:
for the screaming to stop
the secrtet to go away
Darkness to forget
and my blood to clot.
But now I realise
i know you
ive seen you in my nightmares
you were my temptation
my lyrics,
an acception to an invite
and now its to late.
