Hope is the thing with iron feathers
It flutters the heart
Climbs with violence, soars without winds
plunges deep into the soul
And it never stops. At all.
Hope is the thing with iron feathers
It flutters the heart
Climbs with violence, soars without winds
plunges deep into the soul
And it never stops. At all.
ill pretend im not human
ill trancend
ill act like you breathing is
not a big deal
its ok with me
it doesnt do anything
to me
you drew me to an oasis
and i jumped from the 15th floor
the trick of illusion hid rows of spikes
death was instant and that i have you to thank for
what does the heavens have in store for you my love
a soft tender girl that will carefully see to your needs
she will know how to feed you and make you feel safe
she breathes life into you and you will always be right
when youre angry she wont see it
you can do no wrong
it will be calm balanced free from pain
love in its gentlest form
and me?
what could the undead wish for
only deepest loss could stirr the bells in me
so why do they chime
you gave me my life back
what else is there
you woke the child from feverish nightmares and put her in deep healing rest
what else could i ask for
now finally safe, we sway
sway sway to the tintinnabulation
we have everything
heart safely in the comfortable chokehold of your beautiful fingers
i was shocked at how deeply you feel and how desperate the stuggle to hide
i will leave you be
ringing in my ears so lound in the silence
nothing is lacking
still now bells
still as he sleep
still now
still as death tolls
come eat my skin
gnaw my bones
pluck my wings
clog my throat with lies
words nestle deep between my legs
fill my cells with confliction
make war
only war
in my body only war
we will be the same
we have always been the same