Everything in time. Set your eyes upon the shallow surface. Hollow out your mind. How divine, you disengage your self. . Tell me. Tell me of your consolation.
So now you try but the blade is primed. To just cut you down again. To no avail, this fix divine. Was wrought to do you in. . Seemingly endless, beckoning debt, beckoning debt.
I was the light, I was the quiet heart. I was the place we used to dwell. And when the cold would tear your life apart. I was the warmth that you had felt.