The Divide
For the love of God will you bite your tongue?
It's times like this that silence is golden.
There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
If there's a Heaven let's keep it a secret.
I'm bleeding out every word you say.
Don't let a whisper slip from your lips.
Don't let a whimper slip from your throat.
I'm burning down every bridge we made,
Heaven forbid you cross the divide.
Darkness rises and the bodies hit the floor.
Blood rises from the depths and you open the door.
I'll watch you choke on every heart you break.
When did the diamonds leave your bones?
Copyright © Morgan Corthell | Year Posted 2014
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