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| a MiLLioN yEArS... |
| I wouldn't be this way, if it wasn't for you. I lie and drown in tears, I cried a million years ago. I pierce the skin. I lie in sin. I die a million times, every time you close your eyes. The clotted blood, the blackened sun; I'm cloaked in fear, drenched in tears. a million years or so. I wouldn't feel this way, if it wasn't for you. I crawl across the skin: reality has grown so this for me. I cut the flesh. I lay at rest, and die a million deaths, cutting out the pain I feel. This bitter world, these blinded eyes,; there is no faith, and anguish rules. The scarlet sun draws close. I wouldn't see this way, if it wasn't for you. I kill the pain, and drift away. This tortured dream I dream, I know will be the end of me. Eternal darkness rules my mind. I seem to fail this shell of mine. Tied down I drown in tears, these scarlet tears I cried, I million years ago. |
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