Letras
An affinity for the unused
Yearning to love the disused
Affliction and misgiving within the self
Soiled dreams alone in the absence of help
This ironclad gaze of a stranger
Fixed upon fine years of barbs, thorns, and wire
Resilience streaming from cheek to cheek only to tire and shatter the stained glass under steel toes and an overcoat's shadow
Like a swarm
I'm feeling hopeless and the sun is shining ever so warm
And I meet the sun's herd of lovely teeth, grinning with tired eyes
It smiles behind the moon at night while I sit in my little room
Dreaming of another life
Dreaming of all the reasons why
Why locusts gather and fly
Praying for an open field
Dreaming of an open field
They will take everyone you know
In an open field
There will be nothing of us to show
A gentle touch that I adored
Now a beating heart, no more