(no subject)
my heart is dead and so are you
and it pulses through, the desire to change
the desire to deconstruct all of my past failings,
but where to begin because when you live in sin
it's hard to look at saints without them
reflecting your jet black auras back on you
and all I have is hope, my inner burn's not fading
i'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day
and all I have is hope, and all I need is time
to bury in pine under six feet of time
the lies I told me about myself
i need change.
a change in pretty much everything in my life.
i feel like in stuck in a rut.
this is not fun.
and it pulses through, the desire to change
the desire to deconstruct all of my past failings,
but where to begin because when you live in sin
it's hard to look at saints without them
reflecting your jet black auras back on you
and all I have is hope, my inner burn's not fading
i'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day
and all I have is hope, and all I need is time
to bury in pine under six feet of time
the lies I told me about myself
i need change.
a change in pretty much everything in my life.
i feel like in stuck in a rut.
this is not fun.