Breath - An Early Ending

Breath deep

The scent of memories

Hidden in the smoke

And the subtle hint of cellophane

In the photographs you took

I sit alone with inspiration thrown across

Pages and versus of guillotine books

That line the case in the room

The place on the floor

Where we cautiously combust

An attempt to show our lust

To the life that we lost

If I do this nothing will ever be the same

If you don’t you will regret it with every breath you take

Please god, is there any other way?

Breath deep

The scent of your deceit

Hidden in the smoke you will question the act

And what I have done

The chapters will burn at four, fifty one

As I bury the past

With each strike of the match

If I do this nothing will ever be the same again

If you don’t you will regret it with every breath you take

Please god, is there any other way?

That’s just an illusion god is not here today

If I do this nothing will ever be the same again

If you don’t you will regret it with every breath you take

Please god, is there any other way?

Please god, is there any other way!

That’s just an illusion god is not here today