The Sentence

THE SENTENCE

There was no cause for self-neglecting
There was now way out to let her go
I watch the birds pecking out my eyes
I’m so amused I feel no shame after being so low

Great repetition of the pictures I faded
And the dim light is growing to cover me up
Consume my agonized redemption upgraded
I’d rather cut my veins then witness this
I want to rip it out

I’m sneering… I’m luring
I don’t belong to the nights of bliss
Get feasted… Enlisted
That’s my death roll I want the release

Her smile… be deviated
I choose her name to be damned
Since now it’s not a matter of pride
And I begin to realize what it’s to be meant
The words can’t make a sense
It just corrodes me my mind distorted
In this madness I dance
On the ashes of our dreams supported
By the crisis of souls

I’m sneering… I’m luring
I don’t belong to the nights of bliss
Get feasted… Insisted
On my retirement from all of this

Give me only a sentence so I could speak
Refresh my memories of bright devotion

No more regrets I make a movement
Searching for light to find the exit from here

I’m sneering… I’m luring
I don’t belong to the nights of bliss
Get feasted… Insisted
On my retirement from all of this