its a crime to take all the treasures that ive kept
the lock to,.. my chest now is broken
a hypnotizing stain
that drifts between our souls and melts away
of an extraordinary colour
brought by cold metal on skin...
its the sweetest emptiness of love
a bitter poison is everything that ive become
and every single tear i owned has run dry on this face
now that you are gone
i lived enough to know all the reasons why you left
i feel the ending now is coming
ive made a deal with death
and she gives me happy memories of you
that take me to amazing horrors
drains my strength and breath...
..
there is nothing to find, nothing behind,
only the ashes of me and you
and some cold raindrops wash us from the floor...
like a cross between Poets of the Fall, and The Cult
1981z28camaro 6 days ago
no comments on this vid??? this should have more views...love this band!!! XD
verj1l23 7 months ago