Dead Poetic

To me, you were just dead weight. A diluted filter blurring the color away from what this used to be or Or what it could have been. But nothing's changed. I still see you as a toxin. I still see you as the same. I'll let you stand on your own again,

Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought. I could have reminisced for hours. But right now you are all I get to remember. I'm waiting for something to get through to you. I'm waiting to see a truer side of you, and we're... Let'

When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it. And the glass in the trees, and all you left here, Reflects everything that I missed. And the pavement is still warm from the tires. I can still feel the fright that the night brings. E

Bury all the differences between us. When I still can't find the air, You keep the toxins flowing for me, And I'll bury all the differences between us. And I still can't help but care for moving mountains, But your, your head's held high again. You w

I'm the sadist that reminds you of your blessing And the reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there And wilt and rot away And this cell's just as cold as you left it And I'm scratching the walls to escape it Leave it to the Canni

It's a deep, red wound, enough to stare It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware You squeeze it tight enough to bleed But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here In our beautiful world of saving face So Vanity's got this new gun that she

With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against. Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists. And I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse. Or I could keep it inside, and hide it. In hopes my avoidance will cure it

These are the words that tear you apart. And these are the words that take you away. And these are just words they'll tear you apart. When no one here will say what needs to say. New medicines should ease this pain. They're the only ailment for it. I

[ti:Taste the red hands] [ar:Dead Poetic] [al:] [00:11.00]Let it burn in your eyes. [00:15.50]Your cover is blown this time. And you knew [00:18.00]this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands. [00:23.30]And like the flies, [00:25.60]you'll e

I'm still stitching up the stabs you left, Weaving in and out slowly. I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh And find evil in the holy. And still I see the line, Between the stars, your scars, and mine. And as this coarse thread pulls I feel the vei

She told me don't let them in. You're a copy of a copy. She told me don't come again. This is awful. This is all wrong. Now I feel it coming back again. Slide down the walls, on the floor. Oh, I'll pretend this isn't happening this time. She told me,