Jagged edges
broken wings...

Though I can breathe
I choke...

Thinking of him while thinking of death
make it, and hold my one last breath...

Demons bloom
in sudden gloom...

We can sleep under rainbows
don't need to fly high...

What have we made inside
it seems the light has dimmed away...

Like a junkie with no medication
a bird with torn up wings...

I've fallen so very deep
in the brightest puddle of your love...

We watch as everything around us falls apart
shadows disappear...

We can sleep under rainbows
don't need to fly high...