If I’m telling the truth
Even with all of that love surrounding me
I’ve never wanted to die from the
Grief so much in my life
We were once a very beautiful thing. I’m getting closer to nothing.
I think I cried myself to death
I’m not sure now what is left
Why reach back out into the past
Nothing left for us to ask
Once what was lived can also go
Just a memory of a show
Block the pain
Disrecord the memories
No more heroes in the sun
Gods eating their children
Until Zeus arrives
His mother carried a stone
A protection from the teeth
That met the demise of
Every child before
I am the stone
© GÄ
Poétique 