Every day the sun comes up, and every night this sun stumbles down.
Only to rise in the morning, knowing that it will trip and fall yet again.
It could be so beautiful, to turn the cheeks of the night blush-red,
like the sun behind a thick haze.
The past fades, and the days tie the noose themselves
with hands covered in blood.
When the lights are dim, the end always comes to say hello.
and this beauty drips from my heart,
like a spring rain, fallen from the petal of a wildflower.
a tainted tear can burn in the eyes of forgiveness.
this feeling that I get, will leave,
like everything else always did.
This hope. These dreams.
Crash upon the shore.
My hopes. My dreams.
Are Ripped apart and torn
Leave nothing,
You leave me nothing, but a reminding trace
a scent to tear me inside out,
there's no warmth anymore,
as the tears we left behind slowly turn to ice
memories lost as soon as the sun cries tomorrow