Tractus

Bleeding
Black tears won’t subside
Choking on the memory
Of a life that lied

Too late
To blame the photographs
Noises form a destiny
The breed
For the coming storm
It’s not over
It’s over again

It’s time
Without each others arms
It’s time
To pretend we really care

So hard
To drive it home again
Too late
This is my last time
No man
Could change this twist of fate

It’s late
Drinking in the love
Believing there’s something there

It’s time
Bleeding back the memories
Black tears that lied

It’s time
Choking on the photographs
Drowning in the arms of time

© 2006, Mosquitobyte