Blood exuded from cuticles. It crawled down my fingers, reaching the palm; I close my fist tighter to bleed more, pressing harder. A sharp pain surges into my brain, I’m conscious and vain. It tastes sour, this blood of mine; I hear the rain and it’s half past nine. Dinner is served.
I’ve seen the shore, been there for too long For once let me sail into the waters Into the storm, My boat might not be strong I don’t care if I’d drown.
Ever wondered why I came back to you Everytime? To take back what’s mine Not love, not hope Not you, not us Not doubt, not remorse It lives in all the scars In my eyes, behind your smile When we’re up all night Feel it come again? Embrace it, love, the pain Might leave a…
As I stand In this rain, Getting wet With all the pain Feeling numb It’s all the same There go my feelings Down the drain Walking down The memory lane, I realize Everything has gone In vain