Always

As you disappeared into the blinding snow you said you'd always known

Of the sacrifices that clinch like vices but now it's time to go

Praise that .38 and do it, I hope your last meal is a bullet

I know who you were and he's coming around again

There's no room in my home for your sins

I hope someday you'll see what I have, maybe then you'll understand

That this isn't how I thought it would be, does that make me less of a man?

The stars fell in my lap every night and every breath I took was a fight

Your cold blue eyes prayed for suicide and the lack of faith left me blind

The silence fell like a gypsy's spell, my heaven turned to hell

Fading away with the rest, I knew you'd always be the best of the poison in my well

So praise that .38 and do it

I hope your last meal is a bullet

I know where you've been

Now you're coming around again

There's no room in my heart for your sins

Reviews

[KendraKcK]

I love the phrase you used "Of the sacrifices that clinch like vices".

[Complex Disaster]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it it's about a very dark time.