| short of our lives this pale skin forgot to see the sun with these closed eyes the cold the daisies in the guns that shed our blood in waiting arms we hold these fallen angel wings they're made of dust kicked up from times, we dont remember how to get ther...back to us and desert sands they whip us short of our lives, far away from here and seas of gold they spin us sell our souls and cry mercury tears floating within the darkness stars emerge like fire from the coal we dont know where to go from here these island waves, they drown us sure in our lives far away from here and winds of fire, they forge us bent into situations we can't bear i looked through a picture book and tried to find the constallation you had joined you told me not to worry can i reach you? i peel my sunburned skin off like paper sheets or orange rinds i wanted to show you (written 01/11/15) next back |