and im washed out to sea
carried away in sin
the pure creations
seeping threw twisted scars
and i hold the keys to all desires
the melloncollie of love,
and the dreams of sorrow.
this beautiful misary
sufficated under your feet
and your drowning on your happyness
slipping on every razor blade
the hearts of yesterdays..
tonite rideing on hope
as the surface falls above me
my screams no longer distant
in the gallows of the sea
and its words whisper softly,
you cant escape...
.......the...........depths...
...of......every....
memory