murderthisghost

The disturbed ground of these unmarked graves,

Where we buried the feelings that only love could save.

My eyes burn from razor filled tears,

Flooded with thoughts of wasted days,months, and years.

So full of rage and lost ambition fills my head,

Can we go back to the time when I wished you were dead.

No sleeves can cover these scars buried deep in my skin,

Just light up another cigarette, have another sip of gin.

Loneliness calls to a heart that still bleeds,

When this trail of crimson red ends will you even remember me?

So bend your arms to look like wings and carry me away with you,

Lying face down in the wreckage of broken promises and shattered dreams,

Isn't exactly my idea of a dream come true.

Cause day has turned to night, and red has faded to the deepest of black,

And nothing but a puddle of tears marks the place and time

Of smiles and laughter to which we can never go back.