Sleep Well
Pterodactyls
outlines of formations that once alignedcentered around the nests of pterodactyls and we're wasting our timewe're all just trespassers in disguisewill someone break these plates so we can finally adapt and divide?speaking this limited language we hateand all we fit between these oceans will someday follow us to our graveswe're all forced in this competitive statesurvivors are the ones who never seem to ever try and escapefather! mother! someone! who am i now?am i a thief? a theif who dreams of stealing night from the owls?will you return my insides back from where they were madeor just hang up all our skins after you've emptied our veins?moving masses forming new barricadesand when the dust cloud falls there is nothing to be breathing the sameburned into a monster where you can't look awaytake my bones after i die.take my eyes after i die.erase our namesthey are selfishly appointed anywaysdress your maidswhile they are yours and yours to keep and yours to change
From Letras Mania