Ten Twenty-Five

Constant anemoia Grieving joy never known Scarred hearts now cursed by the Nightmare of the love Wake up Exist in parallel constant Hell, I built Beauty in broken stone Kingdoms crumble to rubble I can't fucking watch anymore Spit out his soul Her eyes could clearly see They're what they swore to never be Haunted, the 25th Waking paralysis Comatose, still conscious No control Obscured by the grey skies Addicting misery Suffer in silence now Sculpting out my Hell Gone, can't be found Lost inside of my mind Ten, Twenty-Five. The day it died It died Spit out his soul Her eyes could clearly see They're what they swore to never be