8 Hours

In words that leave our bodies to be vacant
Nothing Was spoken through which i can find solace
For who can understand a simple mistake
That burned down the whole fucking castle and palace

In silent screams that leave my soul to be empty
My wispers speaking louder than those who wish to shout
Silence speaks the loudest, but for the chatter of the fools
My noisy and warm paradise now silent as the graves about

When your sick pleasure is fullfilled
Will you be my vallentine?
This fucking chandilier crashes
No this cancer aint Benign

We live we love and then we die
Eternal rest that shatters the soul
The rest is history as they say
But all they said was bull

SHIT

In tears that lead our silence to be heard
I'm sorry that this disturbs you i meant nothing by it
though whether you meant it or was it false
The words you utter to relieve you from deep shit

Whispers
Of a distant past,
no wait a minute
That was just a few hours ago

I Thank You
For Giving me a reason
To bleed out songs
And scream them out so all will know

When your sick pleasure is fullfilled
Will you be my vallentine?
This fucking chandilier crashes
No this cancer aint Benign

We live we love and then we die
Eternal rest that shatters the soul
The rest is history as they say
But all they said was bull

SHIT

Scream for you
WILL YOU HEAR MY PLEA?
Bleed for you
HOW CAN THIS BE

We all are falling down into desperation
It seems like 8 months,

but its only been

8 hours