Silences embrace,
Memories erase,
Pains ease
Temptations tease

Strike the match
Switch out the blades
Give up the ghost

She drags the blade across his chest,
Beautiful sacrificial heart.
This is a place where falling angels survive
It takes place in the room next to mine

I’ll wear these scars with pride
And pray to your dying bride
In the room where she died

So pretty
So innocent
So vulnerable

And I’ll save the shallowest grave for you

I can’t pretend I care anymore
It’s worth nothing anymore

They love the way the blade of the axe falls

A corrupt angel dreams of a future for me
As the roses begin to bleed

I love you was always my favorite line
That used to be mine


-Eric Nearman

 
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