The Messenger

May 6, 2010
Why kill the messenger of your fate?
How long until the chain breaks?
A distance in the making
It's left for you to decide
But among the clouds,
you are just a passerby

But you are destroyable
Waiting for a sign
Living the lie as your chances pass you by

You are not alone
You are my remedy
and I will heal you
While in my sobriety
You are broken down
A dilapidated house
Opened up wide
To let strangers inside
But you'll never smile
You're not alive

You are just a passerby
Binded to your place in the sky
While in your rain you hide
Behind rusted eyes

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