Rites of separation Cutting away my former self Ticking like heartbeats The theft of my time
Pictures of danger entangle my thoughts Screaming so useless, my mouth is a trap Choking on words, your name is a blur Sedated, nightmares, phobia
Emotional landscapes Their cure is a hoax My blood is on fire My lungs filled with water
Skin burns of fever but my body is cold as ice Cold like I am dead Unable to speak, my brain burst to flames Bring on the madness, it whispers so close
A transplant feeding off me Filling the circles, pus seeping through
Minutes became hours, days, months Eternal night, my back to the sun The battle fought In hindsight, an uneven fight
Change needs to come after death has been seen I remain motionless, awaiting my peace Sleepless nights and woken days Writing testimonies from the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
