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Nothing beneath
your driving nails in my heart
killing me with every sentence you speak
look what we've become
unraveled like the thread used to sew our eyes shut
cinched down in crossing patterns
color draining out and down
crimson drops
impulses stagger across our minds
a gun with itchy trigger in your hand
begging for a scratch
inverted entry wound
painting the walls and cieling
cast pattern of a life
so beat down so broken
keep trying to reach you
i just dont know whats left to prove
or whats left to save
standing near the edge
unable to look down
nothing beneath
watching the bottom fall out
like a dove diving twords concrete
barreling twords you faster and faster
searing with every panicked breath
was just not quick enough to save you
of maybe you just didnt reach back
dont think i have the will to catch you
just before we hit the ground
and lay beside you as the cracks fill up with blood
a shattered life
such a repulsive ingraning image in my minds eye
my dove you've stained your wings
look what depths we've been reduced to
defening silence
something was lost along the way
when doves fall
so many lives feel the impact
your pain will echo louder then you could even imagine
a sudden stop wont fix it
sorrowed eyes weap
they've clipped your wings
but you still believe you can fly
and i cant change your mind
in severed hands of nearing fate
cold and fridged touch
the choice is yours
but watch your step
the ledge is crumbling beneath your feet
a self distructing cliche
my dove they've clipped your wings
and i dont think i can save you from it
not this time
.
killing me with every sentence you speak
look what we've become
unraveled like the thread used to sew our eyes shut
cinched down in crossing patterns
color draining out and down
crimson drops
impulses stagger across our minds
a gun with itchy trigger in your hand
begging for a scratch
inverted entry wound
painting the walls and cieling
cast pattern of a life
so beat down so broken
keep trying to reach you
i just dont know whats left to prove
or whats left to save
standing near the edge
unable to look down
nothing beneath
watching the bottom fall out
like a dove diving twords concrete
barreling twords you faster and faster
searing with every panicked breath
was just not quick enough to save you
of maybe you just didnt reach back
dont think i have the will to catch you
just before we hit the ground
and lay beside you as the cracks fill up with blood
a shattered life
such a repulsive ingraning image in my minds eye
my dove you've stained your wings
look what depths we've been reduced to
defening silence
something was lost along the way
when doves fall
so many lives feel the impact
your pain will echo louder then you could even imagine
a sudden stop wont fix it
sorrowed eyes weap
they've clipped your wings
but you still believe you can fly
and i cant change your mind
in severed hands of nearing fate
cold and fridged touch
the choice is yours
but watch your step
the ledge is crumbling beneath your feet
a self distructing cliche
my dove they've clipped your wings
and i dont think i can save you from it
not this time
.
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