Poor Gloria - Alaya

If I could speak endless truths

Would daylight cut through and wake us up from all we know

Or would it burn like eyes set to the sunset

West, to your skylit sable

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives

Sweetness to heartless turns cruel

Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

Know what to say, ruminating

No farewell to matchless light

A closing thought to settle the end

We write and though the mirror shows

Nothing more than versed hope dying cold, remember

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives

Sweetness to heartless turns cruel

Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

Come to terms with time

Relative to crossing distance of the mind

Call the ghost in through aperture

The mirror shows nothing more than versed hope dying cold

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives

Sweetness to heartless turns cruel

Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies

Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives

Sweetness to heartless turns cruel

Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies