The Falling

the falling your light can't save me those wings to small to hold this weight burdening me the falling your light can't save me those sweet words can't stop this hunger craving me a shadow born from broken light, you came and took my life I am searching for the seam, where I end and you begin your razor blades in my head, bleeding the me still left inside tried healing but these needles, grow to thin to break skin and with one push we're falling again... see those small round eyes, lives a promise of a new life these colors are fading fast, your shadow cast it to black and just like that we're falling again... although I find the faith to face this reflection of what I have become I will also be reaching my feet to find a safe ground that will never come I will always be falling...