They Forget to be (old)

safely


within sanctity

I pleed

fleeing the mess

the eventual caress

of the nightly angel of death



days divide our senses

seperate they begin to bleed

desolate once returned

they forget to be



the light is blinding

the sounds do deafen

this is not where we come from

nor' is it where we've been

can we take this back?

the loss of all senses

the loss of sanity



nights they try

to regain our calls

the rythmn of the wind

as snow begins to fall

in this wasteland we call home



this is not where we come from

nor' is it where we've been

laying sinning on the bed

slitting the slivers of a masocast

to adore you

holding it in

we lie here on our backs

reincarnate our souls



days divide our senses

seperate they begin to bleed

desolate once returned

they forget to be