Sepia

You wanted the truth What does that mean? The edited version or uncensored blood-scene. Shall I skip the part about regimented dreams haunting my nights Or the throat-ripping screams I gave to the times I was missing your voice as nothing compares to that beautiful noise Do you want to know of the times I shudder as memories flood in sepia, then colour They kidnap my breath and won't let go They leave me out to fight the cold Though I try to resist the way that I feel when these memories march in It's almost surreal to get through one day not thinking of you I'll try to conjour a more virtuous truth