Failed Design - Old Wounds, Chris Motionless

Here I am.

Endless, nameless, draped in white, shameless

The sun shines on glitter gold.

The angels float here in the glow

The taste is bitter, the flavor I’ve savored.

I don’t want to be saved

Softly, I fall into a bed of flowers

You couldn’t understand unless you’ve felt it.

Your empty eyes want to decide.

Well, I’ve already made up my mind

Don’t pity me with your candy hearts.

When you couldn’t relate.

We are worlds

apart

Softly, I fall into a bed of flowers

The world doesn’t love us and it owes us shit.

It’s not hard to search for this

lack of purpose

It’s hard to digest the vomit and blood is stuck in my chest

I am the sand in the air.

You will wash away tonight

I am the stain on your blouse, you can squint at if you like

I know it stings, the way things should have been

I know it stings

Softly, I fall into a bed of flowers