Here in another immortal wound
lays the sweet beat of my heartless dove
she's crying, you can't notice though,
for rain leaks from the heavens above.
She's screaming like its the end of the world
but you can't hear her timeless call
for when its mixed with all the other screams,
the sound of one girl turns out small.
But she's searching the dirt for an answer
to why she's been imprisoned
no one cares about the thump-less heart
that so many times has been incisioned.
She watched him die in her arms
another type for her lorn
but the earth was still the same
the world did not mourn.
What sound does a skull make
while it is slitting itself in two
cracking its way alone to death
and the crows start picking at its goo.
He gave her a newly picked flower,
so soft, so new, so fresh
but when he was a blazing
what was the smell
of his burning flesh?
Why must death separate us
from the ones that we live for
and how are we expected to continue
with a void we didn't have before.
What is she suppose to do
she's hanging by a limb
now there is no more of her
since there's no more of him.
And will she have a better life
will she ever have another happy day
for nothing matters anymore
since he's a trillion earth's away.
And theres a void in his still heart
where his face use to be
can't tell you how I feel anymore
since there's nothing left of me.
Here on the gravel she sits
always holding back the urge to weep
and theres a little more of her
that wants him
each time her hearts asleep.
She watched him as the killers
lit his body to the open flame
the tears did not cure the wound
yet lonely hearts still beat the same.
And there is no way to describe
how much she emotionally bled
since nothing will bring him back
her heart will be preserved in dead.
Still nothing describes
how heaven seems so gray
nothing matters since he's
a trillion earth's away.
She's screaming like its the end of the world
but you can't hear her timeless call
for when its mixed with all the other screams,
the sound of one girl turns out small.
What is she suppose to do
she's hanging by a limb
now there is no more of her
since there's no more of him.
