Saturday, September 8, 2012

Aftermaths that Bloom

I am stone
But I still break
I am gold
But I still rust

And you can't take away this pain
And you can't break away my chains
If you would steal my heart away
Then I'd have nothing left to say

It's not a game
The sky will rain
And you are nothing but the distance
And you are nothing but the cold

My bones they year away
The blood inside it dries up
And I thought everything was grey
But not the way this light has came

And you have nothing but lies told
And my hearts secrets have been sold
Gave too much, gave too soon
Nothing left but empty room

This has ended a familiar pain
This has eaten at my brain
Spilling deeper stains

But I have found a spiral drain.

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