Degordianation

Void
Of empty choices
Filled your eyes
As I opened my switchblade

We'd tried
To find the consensus
With guilty conscience
But It never worked out

All I ever want
Is here
And it's still beyond my grasp,
Becoming past
Where we were one

Shell
Of broken promises
Has sealed your pulse
And we're falling out of tune

Lies
Spliced with lies
Are
All that we are
We
Had to escape
Had
To cut the gordian knot

Now we stand in awe and silence
Gazing at the blood
While the trace of long lost kindness
Tears our souls apart

All I ever want
Is here
And it's still beyond my grasp,
Becoming past
Where we were one

If only i could save you from yourself
Rewrite the curses,
Cool down the hell
If only i could save you from yourself
Rewrite the curses
but they were written

By
These very
Hands
In a fool's attempt
To made you mine
Against all odds

Now
It is far to
Late
To expiate
Any harm i've done
While was blinded by pride

Long lost kindness
Still feeds upon

All that's left of us
Is dust
Dust that wind will blow away
Where no one can
Recall your name


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