let me apologize in advance for having to sacrifice you in the temple of the words at the crack of the dawn when the sky will turn so red you will lie there on the bed unaware and you’ll never learn what was true as nobody ever does we came searching around for any subtle signs of a chance to break through and we only sensed the walls from effect to the cause no one ever signed for trading their precious time for virtueless interpretation how could we wish for more
you won’t recall a thing just the stitches on your chest will make you wonder i’d slide in past your ribs why, why weren’t we given other ways around?
It takes just one your glance (to take down my defence) to turn the tables back on me (annihilate what we could be) to take us back down to the ground
I was slowly disarmed cornered and pinned to the ground by the sound of air-raid sirens shockwaves of the silence it’s an ultimate harm leaving no traces behind just a taste of lifelong vain the itchy phantom pain
I won’t apologize but I can’t help but entice you into thinking that we’re safe in the imminence of doom when the sky will turn so black you will lie there on the table in a sack and you’ll never learn what was true