Metepora

What lies beneath The flooding drains A spiders web Spawned of rustic chains If you ask me how I am I'll reply that I'm ok Hiding behind this mask As I resume to face this day Then theres the sights A synonym of what I cannot find in you But I have found Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food Have I lost my Faith? Its something that I could never see Then theres your eyes Still falling away from me But if I was a better man Would your rivers run deep into outer space While all along your insisting That we are both two worlds away Behold this longer list of denials And uncertain hope Reflecting fears of affection And you still keep your eyes closed Then by my own admissions My heart has grown from cold to colder And by my own submissions Losing your love has bled me sober