astrik93

I'm writing this to you to let you know that i tried to get through but i couldn't quite make it so i hope you don't see me unfit I thought you would come back i tried shining my light into the black but you never came and eventually  it went out, my flame it went out while all the world was waiting for the sun while all the numbers of awake were equal to none except for one, waiting to see and that one was me i was waiting to see you fall under my light but you never came out of the night and so now i've passed away and like all fireflies, i've given way for the sun while sleeping in the eternal winter all worn out and done

Late last night, and the night before Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, Knocking at my door Want to go out, Don't know if I can 'cause no one understands the Tommyknockerman Sun's in the heater, Pad's on the shed, Metal's in the ground, Peter? He's dead. Blood, it runs. Minds, they're read Music, it plays on in your head Dogs, they bark. Snakes they hiss Driven to madness, With a little bliss

I see these ashes falling like snow, they touch my skin and burn my soul, they fall like the leaves in autumn, but there's no beauty in them, they tell the story of my life, they burn down the fireflies, and they whisper of my doomed fate these are the ashes of my consolation can you see them falling?

Without a hand The pen writes upon the parch, Without a hand to guide it's march. The knife cuts the kitchen clean, Without a hand to guide it seems. The kite flies without a hand, To guide it through this wonderland. The ball rolls across the street, Without a hand for it to meet. The axe falls upon the tree, Without a hand to yank it free. The child goes into the world, Without a hand to make it twirl.