Forging A Future Self by After The Burial
Please cut this noose. Untie these hands for me. They will insurrect my former self. Hide behind your failed design. Perfect it's imperfections. Iâ€™ll carry out the plans of old. Iâ€™ll dig through the remains of my ruins. Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart. Iâ€™ll carry out plans of old. Digging through the remains of my ruins. From this day forth, your love will poison no longer. A strange suffocation, enticing existence. Itâ€™s comforting, the artificial life. A ghostly bliss without your kiss. Never grasping what youâ€™ve hoped for. Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight. Youâ€™ll never feel that loving glow. Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven. As you dissipate into the shadows.