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...
Copyright © Andrew Resital | Year Posted 2018
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