The Art… The Morgue

The Machines held me, they collapsed my heart
I’ve placed my hands in the shadows and walked around for hours trying to find
my blood
Their eyes burn holes, bending the surface
They held my voice for the release of betrayal. Slowly Falling
I can see the words fall from their tongue, drowning beneath the remains of my
memories
I’ve created this obsession. Beating myself for deception
I’ll die slowly, swallowing the silence that can only cure me
I’m on my way down, they’ll understand when I’m dead
Carry me to the burnt horizon and push me into the sun
What if I fall? I’ll come back
I don’t want to be found. I don’t want them to find me
It’s going to begin when I run through the stars
Slip through the doors, aching for someone to hold me