Left to Hide - De Arma

Woe

Lays down upon my soul

Dreams

Fray the edges of this insanity

I’ve seen the end

And it’s covered in flies

Scars like rivers run so deep

And well upon the surface of my skin

Pale and trembling half asleep

So weary and cold within

Sorrow cuts like a blade

As blue lips part

Rendered as a shade

Humanity thus unmade

Each thought a barb

Each promise a vow

Each scream a prayer

That shreds away another layer

Close the door on your way out

I’m drowning in a miasma

Of your own making

I’ve smelled the sorow

I have no strength left to hide

I have nothing left to hide

Huddled in rags

Stopped, this pale corpse

Shuns the sun is left to burn