Flowers on Grave
Flowers on Grave
Happiness is what we preserve
Demons made of emptiness and love
They feed on humans, their skin and curves
But that's not what we deserve
I see emotions and feelings die
I hear helpless me cry
I hear me telling a lie
" limited is this darkness of the sky "
Fixing the broken Halo with knife
Naming our enemies ' life '
Bad times we swipe
Real Life Stories we archive
Flower bed built on the grave
Enlightenment we crave
Demons we slave
Until we end ourselves in this cave
We play, pretend, ignore and run
We call awful things awesome
This process may sound fun
But trust me, you are mistaken
I don't wanna cry in bed
I don't want this emptiness to spread
My brain is already half-dead
Cause there is darkness in my head
I am waiting for the flowering of the bud
Cannot distinguish between Rock and stud
I wanna fly again like a bird
But my wings are made of mud