when your soul is stained with gasoline
floating from your body, in between
the world you know, and the world out there
and you can't believe a word you hear
it all came down to the catacombs
and the feelings hid inside
the trust you had and the gasoline
your soul ablaze in fire
it all came down to the catacombs
and the body hid inside
i shouldn't have jumped in the river
and i should have never took the chance
salt inside a wound torn in
i knew i should have never let you in
the door are closed now, don't dare knock
and don't ask, you know what the reasons are
it all came down to the catacombs
and the feelings hid inside
my head is spinning, eyes are shot
and i don't have the strength to get out
it all came down to the catacombs
and the body hid inside
i shouldn't have thought i matter
and i should have never tried to dance
no one tries and no one cares,
no matter what you do or how you feel
because it all comes down to pain
and you can't help it if you're driven' insane
it all came down to the catacombs
and the feelings hid inside
the trust you had and the gasoline
your soul ablaze in fire
it all came down to the catacombs
and the body hid inside
i shouldn't have jumped in the river
and i should have never took the chance
YOU ARE READING
Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)
Poesíathis is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.
