Paris - The Murmur

Push to talk or

Tap to speak.

Getting so weak,

Becoming so sick.

You wont even blink,

It’s like drowning in a sink.

If I could ever be

So sick.

No more apologies,

Non of the bridges,

Just inhales and exhales.

No more apologies,

Non of the bridges,

Just inhales and exhales.

Inhales and exhales.

As the morning mist,

You are no palm nor fist.

You’re cutting the gist,

But my flesh resists.

If you insist

I will be down on my knees,

Watching you drip

In silence.

Put on the list

That you should rip out my lips,

And tear up my chest

Wide open.

No more apologies,

Non of the bridges,

Just inhales and exhales

No more apologies,

Non of the bridges,

Just inhales and exhales.

Inhales and exhales