Knives Paroles

and my lonely
Cut up body,
I could not go on. I could not go on.
Everything was dead
or couldn't fight.
Letters to You,
I read,in my awful sleep.
Skies turn gold;
I hear thunder creep,
and it cuts like knives.

And i will always return to You,
'cause in a way I belong to You.

Sorry if I don't learn from my losses.
Everyone is dead; everyone is dead.
and i can't think of how we got in here.
Choked up and angry with my struggle.
I'm not the farthest from You.
I'm not the closest to Your honor. I regret and regret'till there's nothing left.
There were patterns.
There were shapes in the form
of a loss.

(Thanks to j. marie for these lyrics)