Flies

Worthless cowards
Feeding from the vultures mouth
I'll be your harm, your wound

I'm sick of painting ugly pictures with abstract words

You feel the ground collapsing under your feet
Changes comes so slow, and my patience lacks
Sickness flows in your veins and in mine,
They're almost welcome
Like flies

The things you see
Was never yours
No matter how hard you squeeze
True love
Cannot be fabricated
By imagination

Headstones for pillows
And pills for dinner

You feel the ground collapsing under your feet
Changes comes so slow, and my patience lacks
Sickness flows in your veins and in mine,
They're almost welcome
Like flies and the plagues they bring