Banshee

Wounds aren't meant for me. I wish there could be something more than just a cut. Scars wide open, perfectly written across the heart And it fell like I was dying again & again. This is where everything ends The burden is engraved upon my hands. Sing a song to me and I swear I'll perish in an instant. I have been wishing for something that I couldn't even repay with my own life. Burning bridges and now I can't go back to the start. Is this the destiny fate has written for me at birth? I have seen it all along in me.

My heart is no longer perfect. While the incense burns its last draw, here I am destroyed by outrage. Purposes and promises. Devoid of such devotion. I gain nothing by believing these words. Heart carressed in stone. My feelings as hard as concrete. Leave me to my own decay, for I can no longer feel a beat