Simply too sweet to just pass by.
In my dreams I see them die, oh but for sweet solace tears silence.
I dream of death, you cleanse my tears, as I fall to earth and wear out its form.
You slip away from me. Silence dead, by silence.
But for bitter solitude in mourning, I should weather the storm.
Something's wrong by my hand, and it's pissing me off that I cannot but speak of everything.
Curse the day one was given words! No heart was numbed by you.
· Sat Jul 06, 2013 @ 08:36pm · 0 Comments