I write to you with this breath clinging inside my chest
For I’ve been traveling a hard road, in which I’m sure you know best
I came from the heavens, fell a thousand feet to see you smile
But my wings have sunk within the tar, and I haven’t seen the moon in a while
For the light I yearn for, that will break these chains
Sunk beneath the surface, alongside your veins
‘Cause the pulsating is restarting my heart, and all of its remains
And this quill with which I’m writing, is starting to smell like death again
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And this quill with which I’m writing, is starting to smell like death again
‘Cause the pulsating is restarting my heart, and all of its remains
Sunk beneath the surface, alongside your twisted veins
For the light I yearn for, doesn’t exist in the light of day
Perhaps the feathers that one day you’ll see in your dreams
Will show you the tears up in heaven, amongst the gates that fail to believe
In the stars, designed for creating a tar pit in the midst of the rivers drowned in eternity
It’s hard to say, dear anon, that I can tell you that there’s a heaven up there with certainty.
But to see you smile, might just be the death of me-
