Perdidos

It’s not going to kill you If you have nothing to hide While you stab a knife into my eye There’s something peculiar About the way that you cry We speak in cycles all the time My presence within you Something you can’t deny Heart and feather won’t align The moment I miss you I reinvent all the signs You are the ritual of my life There will be time for indecisions Before we say let’s try it again Hollow cries. Numb and frozen Dimly sparked dying gem