The Reason
That slow trickle of crimson
Brings me to my knees
So crazed that I see
This tiny wave
I cave into
The lie
Of what is real
And what is fake
I cannot take
This tugging
This pulling
This tale that's unfolding
I'm still holding
My breath
Waiting for you
To take my hand
Let me understand
The reason why
That I die
For a pain that cuts
So deep
That it creeps
Within my soul.
-A.K.-
That slow trickle of crimson
Brings me to my knees
So crazed that I see
This tiny wave
I cave into
The lie
Of what is real
And what is fake
I cannot take
This tugging
This pulling
This tale that's unfolding
I'm still holding
My breath
Waiting for you
To take my hand
Let me understand
The reason why
That I die
For a pain that cuts
So deep
That it creeps
Within my soul.
-A.K.-