Contagious Eyesores By The Way Of Sharp-Tip Thorns
Contagious Eyesores By The Way Of Sharp-Tip Thorns
Time flys above the clouds as our hourglass emptys itself,
Answers are the insights and scripts into burning prolouges.
Endings seem forever further from my fortune of heartbreak,
Lipstick shades of red and pink are stolen by the gray gleam of your eye.
The new seasons flowers are raped of there beauty with the glances and stares,
Window pain and shards of dreams shatter in a grim nightmare.
The silent contagious thorn hidden under a shade of innocence,
My eyes drowsy, amnesia leaks from the poison.
The transaction from sight to blind night,
Swiftly moves the answers threw my veins as i feel your eye in mine,
Your lessons are tought by the way of sharp tip lies.
This fever is being measured by broken minutes until my lungs give last ghasps,
My heart makes its last attempts to reconcile its unheard cries.
Angels hidden in the crevices of the flowers late bloomers,
Flutter above my eyesores and release the poison consumer.
Consume the poison into a distant memory tonight,
But the real damage has set in the dark out of sight.
Only i remember this nightmare on the day of the new season,
The new flowers in bloom and trees with red blood marked by them.