The masquerade of falling rain,
Between the motions of black and white.
The sky it's speaking softly,
Until the words become a sound.
The walls around me like a stoic face,
Coalesced with the lacking sense of light.
Its sheer silence suppresses me,
This home slowly crumbles down.
I will never forget your presence,
I will never face this unbearable absence.
I can never make haste to a haven,
As I'm being dragged into this hell.
You burn from the distance,
Beaming in such forlorn.
I drown in the oceans between us,
Hoping to wash ashore.
The waltz of dead leaves,
Swaying about the asphyxiating air.
Our souls of shattered glass,
Caressing with jagged and sharpened despair.
I settle in flame so ravaged,
Fueled with such grief,
You dreamt with frailty,
But you're not asleep.
In this suffrage,
We've kept the distance too close.
Too real,
To hurt,
Close yet far...
credits
from Born From A Curse Pt 2,
released June 15, 2017
Lyrics: Torrin A. King
Music: Torrin A. King, Taylor S. Dennis
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