In this sky, you approached me for a while and together we are dancing
Suffocating on Memories.
The air is musty here, there is dust in my lungs, more ashes than dirt.
Can you hear that?
Old laughter still rings against these walls.
If you strain you can hear the smiles fall.
Block your ears I hear echoes of screams.
Real pain never fades.
I smell the salk of tears that were lost long ago.
Its suffocating me.
This room reeks of old blood -- dry and crusted.
It makes my eyes water.
I can see the scratches on the wall and the paint under my nails.
There is a hole in the wall, I remember how my head dripped with blood.
The glass is intact, I guess the yelling didn't shatter it.
I collapse on the floor, this is where it all began,
Its nice to be back home.
Sins.
A broken body hits the tile floor, glassy eyes reveal nothing.
The body doesn't scream, nor cry.
The enemy stops when the blood lust wanes, the body stands.
Little do they know its just a body, because a person screams and a person cries.
The body makes weak attempts at laughter.
Eyes stay dry,its been so long the ability to cry has been long lost.
Its just a routine now -- a chore to live.
Little do they know about the sins of the caretaker.
A thing can only be broken so much before it can't be mended.
When the injury isn't treated, even the body looses interest.
Everything can loose interest in living.
Little do they know the end has already passed.
This body takes pain willingly, drinks it like a fine wine.
The person is in a illusion of paradise, of happiness and joy.
Little do they know, there is trouble in paradise.