The Beauty
I've been thinking too much
I've carried this burden for far too long
Is there any relief from this hell I've built
Is there any beauty to this storm
I can feel me crumble
I feel me fade away each time
but I hold tightly to this this anguish
for I feel safe inside its arms
This wounds, self inflicted
obtained by running to the past
Oh, lord I have seen the beauty
But the beauty never last
So I lay alone
Lay alone in these sheets
My mind vacant of the beauty
plagued by my heroin dreams
But I can overcome this
All I need is one more day
How I long to see the beauty
Rid my body of the pain
But I can feel the hunger
Weigh on the heels of my escape
This does not seem to falter
No I cannot seem to break
No I cannot seem to break.