Scar

Pieces of rusty nails falling from my lips. The pain is left on my tongue. I pry open my wounds. Wash down the celluloid dreams, right now. Tattoos of four characters, over my sealed scars. Within the rhythm that's begun to slip off.The restless and dancing melody. Without noticing the different buttons. I continued to play it. Smeered in colorless flowers, dance. Give me a kissed when I'm stretched out. Your face dissolves in the wind. It says "I want to tear you to pieces", and I wish to be wounded. Your broken melody won't come around again. Disappear, even if your scream out. Even tomorrow. You'll still have your same shadow. I won't say it again. There is no confusion about. The prayer I made to time. The days that we shared our love. When I weep within my ears. A repeated voice tears out my heart. Love brilliant scars. Paint brilliant tomorrow. Sing brilliant song for myself. Someday the scenery of the tomorrow that we hoped for. The scent of purple will rise, smeared in happiness. Now, waiting impatiently for a white tomorrow that has opened. If I move forward with my eyes open. Your hand that grasps my hair from behind. Won't make your broken melody come around again. The twisted melody. Continues to sound out. Inside of me




Dead Poem's Still Alive
Dead Poem's Still Alive into me
Dead Poem's Still Screamin'
Dead Poem's Still Screamin' into me