The ink flooded down his vains
And onto the blood soaked parchment
That lay infront of you
Feeling chills down my neck
And into my chest
When this world goes to waste
This fucking life is just a test
There’s no time. Time to rest
His last words, never to be spoken
Thoughts of his own unforfilled life
Brought tears to his eyes
Where do we go from here
My dear he’s searching for you
To lift the fog, and clear his thoughts
Where do we go, now
You will never get to see this part of him
He’s not worth anyones time
Where do we go from here
My dear he’s searching for you
To lift the fog, and clear his thoughts
(and clear his thoughts)
Where do we go from here
My dear he’s searching for you
To lift the fog, and clear his thoughts
Where do we go, now
Time passed me by
The mirror I stare into
Where is the child
That held this broken smile, by a thread