Your pointed words
Slowly tear...
Hear the click and drop the light
Watch my world go up on flames...
To even see the sterile white walls
Eyes might flood with tears...
Blade held steady
Sharp as ever in her hand...
A dull, gentle aching
Expectation now reality...
Let your eyes open
And sit up, slowly...
Soft street lights glow
Illuminating the beauty of your...
It seems like
Nothing but cruelty sometimes...
No tears need to be cried because
You're still by my side and...
Let your doubts form a mountain to block in front of me |