A Penny for Your Confessions - Skycamefalling

A Penny for Your Confessions

Skycamefalling

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Is it that she fears the crosses

That they will burn?

Left to sift through

The ashes of her loved

Fragments of flesh

As these grains slip

Right passed her fingertips

This birth

This birth

This birth

This birth

I'm left to watch you smile

As I bleed myself to death

As she prays to hear the voice

Of her savior once again

To wipe the tears of venom

Off of her face

What gave her birth?

What gave her birth?

What gave her birth?

What gave her birth?

She spits her fears into the cancer of humanity

As her hopes and fears descend down to her knees

Your perfect heaven has become my

My hell

This birth

This birth

This birth

This birth

In the parting of their love

A victim

Of hate

Who has yet to be born

But ready to endure

The pain instilled

Within its birth

What the whispered

With the whispered words

Never replaced

With the whispered words

Never

Replaced

And left to sift through ashes

Of these fragments of flesh

As these grains slip

Right passed her fingertips

It slips

Right passed her fingertips

It slips

Right passed her fingertips

It slips

Right passed her fingertips

It slips

Right passed her fingertips

- It's already the end -