If only experiences could be anything other than false
my hopes might have been lifted
yet, instead, i feel this shadow has loomed over me far too long
to ever be forgiven
the day when blood poured down my eyebrows
i remembered what it was like to bleed
i remembered what it was like to feel like something
tomorrow there better be something great
my actions won't stop losing
my hopes have been cast so distant
now that all my reasons are diffusing
i was lost, in part, in flowers i gave away
their imbued love long died out anyway
If there is remorse, then all forgiveness is purged
i will have to lose more of myself
to forge on decayed on this Earth |