BUT STILL

Droughting in sorrow but not in pain

as the pain incarcerates evey piece of my vien

that flows from my ring finger then leads to my heart

no its not imagination but an imparable start

thoughts flowing from a river thats refusing to stop

everlasting evil that targets the sounds of the harp

BUT STILL

I second guess can it all can be real

just the feel

of needy postures thas refusing to kill

BUT STILL

I constantly try to refill

and heal

everything that departs and pretain to the deal

yeah make it sound loud and creul

when ya body stand still

but your soul dip into the blodest pool

but who

who are we to pull ourselves out?