body upon body lies dead in it's grave
some hope for salvation, something to save
with rum in their eyes, they lick up their wounds
to hopeless to live, to tired to care
to witness this sight, to feel the despair;
and now in my own world, i feel nothing but fear.
i look to you for hope,
but you are no longer there,
and now that you've left me i can see that it's true:
the death of me is that death of you.
in an old attic lies miles of horror
painted in memories
to fresh to spoil.
color stained hands and crippling lungs couldn't shelter the world from what i've become.
history survived on the lines of your face.
i weep for our glances, your tired gate.
as the time passes, i will come to see
that your taste for life
was an inspiration to me.
how can it be
that everything that comes to me is nothing more than an illusion.
down a broken road i travel,
picking melodies that seem to shatter;
these stones are weapons always thrown in my direction.


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