The Realm of Flesh
I’ve hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focused on the pain
The only thing that is real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remembered everything
What have I become my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear a crown of thorns upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappeared
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become my sweetest friend
Everyone goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
a million miles away
I will keep myself
I would find a way
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2018
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