7d
Maybe it's our flesh that limits us,
Yet tearing it apart remains but a question.
I can't wipe your blood when mine runs red,
I can't piece you back when I lay a puzzle.
I can't drink in your tears,
When drowning calls my soul.
Yet tearing it apart remains but a question.
I can't wipe your blood when mine runs red,
I can't piece you back when I lay a puzzle.
I can't drink in your tears,
When drowning calls my soul.
I saw a lyric somewhere about a line on tearing flesh. It felt so raw in a way I can't quite explain. This is short, but I hope it does justice.
