Raised By Swans
Imagined Life
lately you've been gathering fragments pictures, anecdotes all in the hopes of substance quieting echoes ghosts who've kissed your hands then cut your throat 'cause maybe then her love could sleep in autumn starlight cold and deep but still the bombs drop every night imagined life honing these questions like sharpening knives lined up like x-ray machines in my mind a man in a room and a girl in the sky why can't you just try? i'll stay silent if you want me to swear i've never heard of you no one needs to know i'm just an apparition who fatally imagined you motives of my own
From Letras Mania