The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Fatal Impurity

Speaking words you picked up as you walked your life alone,

A silence ridden night,

Holding just what the fears want you to call your own.

The stories you told,

Pain riddled and breathtaking,

Took away the thunder, the wind, and the cold.

In a way,

It was my false hope.

Breaking glass beneath your feet,

Promises etched in the stars,

With the withered roses binding what you create.

My fatal flaw,

Obsession taking all the control,

A false hope,

Scars casing my soul,

Lining my skin,

This is how the night drains away.

Praying to a faith I don't believe in,

Falling for another burned book,

One very much like my own..

-Victoria xX