Terror Found in the Trenches of Love
Yeah, I'm not really sure how to describe this. A broken heart expressed by a non-sober mind with obscure wordplay... that's about right.
Terror found in the trenches of love-
Simple-minded ignorance fit like a glove.
She followed the ghost into the night-
Led far away without a fight.
An apocalyptic turmoil,
Sulfur seeping through the soil.
The cold of the night cutting through her skin-
Soft-spoken voices dancing in the wind,
Remnants of a forgotten past, echoing through the air-
A crisp nothingness everywhere.
Why must there be this madness, burning like a flare?
A look of despair, a fragmented stare.
A flash of the Devil in the trees-
Fragments flickering into the breeze.
There was a meek cry in the collapse,
Twisted linguistics in the centerfold-
Effervescent radiance through the shadows above.
Yellow balloons in the eagle eye-scape.
A Morphine generation, knives in the shrubs-
A cataclysmic foliage in the front lawn.
Simple-minded ignorance fit like a glove.
She followed the ghost into the night-
Led far away without a fight.
An apocalyptic turmoil,
Sulfur seeping through the soil.
The cold of the night cutting through her skin-
Soft-spoken voices dancing in the wind,
Remnants of a forgotten past, echoing through the air-
A crisp nothingness everywhere.
Why must there be this madness, burning like a flare?
A look of despair, a fragmented stare.
A flash of the Devil in the trees-
Fragments flickering into the breeze.
There was a meek cry in the collapse,
Twisted linguistics in the centerfold-
Effervescent radiance through the shadows above.
Yellow balloons in the eagle eye-scape.
A Morphine generation, knives in the shrubs-
A cataclysmic foliage in the front lawn.
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