Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios 7a.m. sun reveals a failed cherubim Dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost floating midway Between the curse of the sky and you This noose Carries What atrophied wings cant Dont you want me Disenchanted A deader shade of sorry Buried from the neck up in a slipknot Dragging my feet through the dead air Suspended a fallen chair length from the ground When you found me When they finally found me This halo fit my throat I am your contorted angel Writhing at a loss for wings Swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes A severed spine of better days Like the deafened clicks Of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum I just wanted to be something more than enough Oh my God I dont think Im breathing Jesus Christ when did I stop breathing Oh my God I cant hear myself breathing This is all I know Flying my eyes Set on you like stains In memory of romance
breathing, 7a, slipknot, deader, atrophied