Apathemy
Silent Years
Picking up the pieces of silent years Expectations of winter arise Absent thoughts of steps and sights Dried tears tell a story of blackened skies, of blackened visions Open wounds cry for attention Hands bound, eyes clenched as we try to maintain life Stepping on the cracks of common ground Trees burn in the memory of the fall The silhouette of your shadow brings my death Poison the voice that speaks your name Fermented blood stains the tiles, and we wash our soiled hands Aching the words buried under the soil that only cry to die Expressions of seasons gone to waste Tides of envy wash away craving for closure when you won't hear my words Silent years of trying to forget your name Silent years... and you to blame Walking into my own demise
From Letras Mania