Quiet Flesh

A Boy With Roses

God hates me for all my lies                                                                                                      

The things I said, promises I made                                                                                              

Each incision in the nights I fill with love                                                                          

Overflowing with gold magic                                                                                                              

When I spent too many days trying to right the wrong                                      

Trying to be a better person, but for your sake                                                      

I've learned to live with the pain                                                                                  

Living in the chaos I created

 

Just maybe I can figure it out, and breathe                                                                                      

Just maybe I can drown in my sins                                                                                

Just maybe I can overcome this despondent feeling                                                                      

Just maybe, just maybe

 

Bemoaning loss comes with no fruit                                                                            

Splinters of light shining through vague echoes                                                                      

In the glossy decor of a mind imprisoned                                                    

I prayed for my mother, that the stars would watch over                                                      

Twenty two years ago I was born in dreams                                                            

Wanting life to last forever, but I've been on the road                                                                

Knowing the fickle mountain I created would crumble                    

I prayed for my sanity on a carefree night, and I took photos                                          

Just to know this feeling is real, to look back and wonder                      

Am I feeling self-satisfaction, the friction?     

 

I wanted to live with no regrets, no harboured grudges                                                                  

Tied to a feeling replaced with drunk eyes                                                                              

I see low tides, a little too cold to go outside                                                                              

I'll call you when I'm done bleeding                                                                                      

When the dead throbbing perishes like a smile                                                                          

And just maybe we can forget for a while      

 

Just maybe my fears will slip away                                                                                            

Just maybe we can reconcile                                                            

Just maybe the moths I collected have a meaning                                  

Just maybe I can capture the feeling               

                                                                                                                                
Just maybe, just maybe.                         

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2021 13:36
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