melancholy is my cross to bear: memorial fumes - poison sweet as honey. we built our walls with reused tombs. how did it come to this? I won’t let this get the best of me, it’s time to smother the flames. you are just a fucking burden and i will make my peace taking pieces away. we will make atonements, puzzles in disrepair pieced together on your shoulders. so why must I be your atlas? I would only let this world drop. undo the albatrosses - break this world into pieces. you don’t mean a thing you ever say. control dissolves like your breath between the throttle of my grip. I know you’re lying, it’s stale on your breath. I know I’m losing touch but no misery will touch me again... forever heartless. you won’t scream when you can’t speak and you won’t run because you’re weak. don’t say a thing, do not apologize. contusions crown your throat with unconsciousness. blue lips surface, blood vessels shower your gaze in an absent red wash; a dead cosmetic. we will reconcile when your heart withdraws, the paling of your skin, the vacancy of your dilated pupils. making peace by taking pieces. you were just a burden. no more lies. your eyes retrogress to the back of your head. making peace by taking pieces.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
