Showing posts with label Broken. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Broken. Show all posts
i drift into shades of
extradition,
mud at my feet while
the muted silver skies seep
their looming confusion into the earth
extradition,
mud at my feet while
the muted silver skies seep
their looming confusion into the earth
thunder beckons but
i'll linger here awhile;
cold and unwanted by
the very breath which bore me
life... without love
i'll linger here awhile;
cold and unwanted by
the very breath which bore me
life... without love
where am i? how will i get
to where i think
i am going?
to where i think
i am going?
unclear of
what answer i could possibly offer
to solace
i mourn
my aching heart
unto oblivion
what answer i could possibly offer
to solace
i mourn
my aching heart
unto oblivion
sadness reaches, such...
loneliness consume me
as unbearably as ever, it seems
loneliness consume me
as unbearably as ever, it seems
i'm so glad for the rain... so
glad.
glad.
and as i try to
untangle
this brokenness fluently burdens
my eclipsing mind
my eclipsing mind
oh, heaven save me.
Unto the traits of this night I perceive Such things though fair and withered all the while
Within the depth where I crowned all I've seen
As fate that brought itself to take my smile
Oh, I had been a burden to this life
Kept deep in slumber but awoke by those
Who had a single chance to end my strife
But tasking their deception to my soul
Once broken in my spirit I refrained
From all the foul and lived in solitude
So long as this may be a hopeless aim
I'll long to leave it all and bid adieu
Within the depth where I crowned all I've seen
As fate that brought itself to take my smile
Oh, I had been a burden to this life
Kept deep in slumber but awoke by those
Who had a single chance to end my strife
But tasking their deception to my soul
Once broken in my spirit I refrained
From all the foul and lived in solitude
So long as this may be a hopeless aim
I'll long to leave it all and bid adieu
Her beauty was attacked indirectly by deceitAttracting lies, wanting to be free
Of weariness longing such empathy to soothe
All that her beauty does hold true
Her story is sadness in broken fairytale
Confessions denied for the things that she wrote
Had it been me I'd have died for her honor
And not for a moment ever leave her alone
The fractured pieces I will not fail to mend
May not be enough to make her smile again
But I know in time she'll remember me well
Of weariness longing such empathy to soothe
All that her beauty does hold true
Her story is sadness in broken fairytale
Confessions denied for the things that she wrote
Had it been me I'd have died for her honor
And not for a moment ever leave her alone
The fractured pieces I will not fail to mend
May not be enough to make her smile again
But I know in time she'll remember me well
For making her forget she's once withered in hell
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