4 Jouls

Voices

All that was there
Was a lost sad voice

For all they could want
Was a heart who cared

But they didn't see
What was truly happening
As they thought
Can't they see us crying?

And so all they could see
Were the darkened years

Fearing all tragedy
With fouled sapphire tears

So they were broken
By the delusional thieves

Voices were taken 
With no solemn ease
But they didn't see
What was truly happening
As they thought
Can't they see us crying?

In cadence's blessing
Karma shall receive
A knock on the door 
So they're deceived 

When they thought they were clear
As they whispered their venom
They did not realize 
Their victims were gone

In cadence's blessing
Karma shall receive 
A knock on the door
So they're deceived

Voices were heard
Our voices were heard
Our voices were heard
Voices were heard

-A.T. #LittleTinkerbellDevil

Voices

A Dying Dog

Don't you wonder where I've been?
On the other side
Melting away our sins
Embrace these charcoal eyes!
Letting the darkness be our guide!

So we escape, escape, escape!

And when we found this dark escape
We didn't know where to go...

Where are the wolves?
(I'm here!)
They're watching us
But where do we find them?

You left me for a dying dog
I'm whimpering in the soil!
Send me your guide so I can find myself
A dying dog!

Send me your guide so I can find myself
A dying dog!
She sees me here, nothing but mess
A dying dog!

So they shed away my skin
All that is left 
Are bones!

-A.T.

A Dying Dog

Fraying Doll

And when he found my soul
I wasn't ready, I wasn't giving my shell away

Fraying as though sewn like a doll
I cannot shave my soul to him
I am a tomb yet weakening like dust

I am a tomb
Fraying as though sewn like a doll

The ignorant in me
The forbidden in him
Let me have our wilting memory
Alone in silence I hold
Nothing but a burning rose
A metaphor of mourning

Fraying as though sewn like a doll
I cannot shave my soul to him
I am a tomb yet weakening like dust

So when he took my child 
I could not hear all around me dying

Fraying as though sewn like a doll
I cannot shave my soul to him
I am a tomb yet weakening like dust

Nothing was alive for me 
As I lay there 
A part of me now his
Frozen eyes

-A.T. #LittleTinkerbellDevil

Fraying Doll

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