Your sweet promise cast into the night…
beneath wilting roses
Left at your doorstep,
on a rainy day in the middle of February...
To perceive your gratitude
as I shook and died a thousand times...
The weight of the death… cast upon my shoulders
Relieved in a single second…
Why can my existence be compelled from the few,
When every day I die, I remain here for you?
To swallow your lies that you care that I remain;
That stare in your eyes that says I am not to blame
I’ll say that you knew, I’ll say that you tried
I’ll say it was sealed; O, my faithful bride…
A coronation in the grave, but not from the start
Cast deep in the pits; enwreathed with your heart…
Relieved in a second, diminished in a minute
Thankless in shame; possessed by hate…
Nothing good enough for a soul not of this world…
A Piscean whisper…into unlistening ears…
Entranced by your evil promise of illusion,
A willing sacrifice; a voluntary death…
A Piscean whisper into unlistening ears,
turn away in shame when mention reappears;
A lonely existence hidden in seclusion
A willing sacrifice; a voluntary death…
Led across the sodden paddocks
to be slaughtered at your hand,
Pouring thoughts down my throat, inhaling lie after lie
Until which point when the mould has been set
And the shape that unfolds is the cage where you lie
Why can my existence be compelled from the few,
When every day I die, I remain here for you?
To swallow your lies that you care that I remain;
That stare in your eyes that says I am not to blame
Relieved in a second, diminished in a minute
Thankless in shame; possessed by hate…
Nothing good enough for a soul not of this world…
A Piscean whisper…into unlistening ears…
Your sweet promise cast into the night…
beneath wilting roses
Left at your doorstep,
on a rainy day in the middle of February...
To perceive your gratitude
as I shook and died a thousand times...
The weight of the death… cast upon my shoulders
Relieved in a single second…
I suppose I’ll wait here in silence,
until this rapture passes away...
A fake consolation to suppress all of my darkness
Until my sky once again becomes starless
Relieved in a second, diminished in a minute
Thankless in shame; possessed by hate…
Nothing good enough for a soul not of this world…
A Piscean whisper…into unlistening ears…
Relieved in a second, diminished in a minute
Thankless in shame; possessed by hate…
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