Pin pricked senses and trembling twitchy lips
involute cast iron tongue, weighted and forlorn...

So much heartache kind of makes me feel
that i shouldn't take you to heart...

Cast across a violent skyline
the waves and stars erupt...

If you knew the overwhelming guilt i felt
maybe you could dismiss...

Recite the sirens of a cold white night
as the fear of solitude consumes me...

We play with fire and i get burned
i taste regret in its most illicit form...

I am defeated
the secret has leaked...

The morning view arranges guilt trips in my mind
White attempting to piece together a tangible...

The clouds cover up the sun
and my words are painted in Grey...

Heavens essence descends toward earth
cascading over serene backdrops and wrists...

If we were over then why am i alive
did you keep my heart just to feed it lies...

This schedule seems alot less
now that your not around...