When I close my eyes
I see your face in my head
And picture the places where we have been but as ruins instead.
The palate; bile, ash and blood.
Vultures circle, wait for my song, preying from above.
This city is a minefield to me.
Street corners explode with memories.
I'll hide inside until I relearn to breathe
I wonder how this would sound if you were still around.
Would I still hear my heartbeat announce the panic that's to come?
Should I just grieve the living? Can i cut ties and stay apart. Can I expect an end to this or will this torment continuously restart?
I'm scarred like this fucking city
I'm scarred by the memories of days when I felt free and loved
But now each block is covered in blood.
You're out for blood.... I am ready to bleed.
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