Orange city sky

All the little things
That build up my tragedy
And the foil figurines
Just keep working on the melody

But a puppet in a world
That could never care
Only takes one swirl
To be dizzy and be scared

Was plastered to my bed
As my soul was plastered to death
My sorrow has turned red
And you’re not there to fret

Conscience has no trust
If I must I will convey you
Let me turn into dust
Nothing sad enough to make me fall for you

Sweet oblivion you cast nothing
But this mere chaos of blood
I will not kneel down for you, faltering
Within my own flood

Of words, of paraphrases
I am just made out of plush
Anything that bends the relentless phases
That one once called the « hush »

Barbed wired twisted around my ankles
Make it just fine, make it just fine
Oblivious to this love that wrinkles
And withers as I taste if your wine

Beyond my shelf life you scrape
The remnants of my patience for a withdrawal
Fate has never made you scrawl
And I could always be raped…

Another day and the skies fall
As we all go on rambling
Never hurt the wounded before
The undertow has cast me back to my languished remembering….

All the sick events
Sticking me to the wall
As I look out my broken window
And see the snow fall
Under a greyed out orange city sky
Will they stop the night from eating us alive?
Back to oblivion….

By die Krähe

I am darkness incarnated.I am but a Crow, flying above desolated lands, in search of what only exists in the realm of the forsaken...Ich bin Aine die Hexe, A solitaire Witch...