She cries,
children often do...
when they're cold,
and hungry
too.
Come closer,
look deeply in her eyes...
so delicate,
quite
unlike her smile.
Life clinging backwards, in the fall of dread confusion.
Still this
silence, gnaws upon your fingertips,
cold, yielding breath for instant
isolation...
far more sinister that the price of doubt.
Yet you remain,
still you remain...
and she says
Pray for daylight,
pray for morning,
pray for an end to our deception.
Life clinging backwards, in the fall of dread confusion.
Still this
silence, gnaws upon your fingertips,
cold, yielding breath for instant
isolation...
far more sinister that the price of doubt.
Yet you remain,
still you remain and she says
Pray for daylight,
pray for morning,
pray for an end to our deception.
Pray for
daylight,
pray for morning,
pray for an end to our deception...
