the river collides and still we are shaken only by fear of...
with a desolate sunset on the horizon...
the consumption of hope with suffering will set ablaze
just to inhale the forlorn ashes of yesterday's bitterness
a forgotten thought...a dying wish...
black is the new frost on your windowsill
but in the end we are forsaken
persillence in devourment of understanding
our yearning around ambient noises can only tell
it's final battle to be fought without weapons
carving hearts in half is only the beginning
feeble minds set off into blankets of security
faith emerges from the template of beauty scars
no progression without felt expression
a dried up love like death valley with an ugly taste for fashion
raise the serpent and pray for rain in this burial.
the consumption of hope with suffering will set ablaze
just to inhale the forlorn ashes of yesterday's bitterness
a forgotten thought...a dying wish...
black is the new frost on your windowsill
but in the end we are forsaken
persillence in devourment of understanding
our yearning around ambient noises can only tell
it's final battle to be fought without weapons
carving hearts in half is only the beginning
feeble minds set off into blankets of security
faith emerges from the template of beauty scars
no progression without felt expression
a dried up love like death valley with an ugly taste for fashion
raise the serpent and pray for rain in this burial.