Rocket red glare stands accused and pushes the fatal shot every closer to a broken two.
Wasted by time and thrown face first into a bloody trail left by knives cut out and habits started, while misery drags the broken hearted behind fragile hours.
What more than a time led existence?
Self destruct before daylight, wake up dead from spite.
My hands too tired to change what can be, too forgetful to feel what was once seen.
I never forgave your silence.
Sometimes we fail to need and slipping past grief is easier than making myself bleed.
Show me how to feel for you.