raised in between
doll shaped smoke
insects in every corner
of our rotten house
I hid in the walls
of my room
tasting clean air
through a window crack
in these childhood dreams
where imagination was key
I drove the needle
through my skin
weaving a delicate net
to embrace me
and hold me to sleep
where no one could see
where no one could hear me breathe
your idle words don't confuse me
your empty house won't comfort me
don't make me pity you in the end
I won't forget the years
when dissapointment was key
blood runs thick in the veins of guilt
drowning your promises made
never embrace me
and hold me to sleep
where no one could see
where no one could hear me breathe
your shalllow heart doesn't soothe me
your false love won't breake me
don't make me pity you in the end
this drunken body
I've left behind
and the problems
that are no longer mine
I resided under your broken
feathers for too long
scraps of pictures in a box
is what remains
of those childhood drems
you'll never know
the person I've become