Testo Elysion

it seems I've forgotten the language
sanguine memories stain the angelic scripture
its remembered- that when they ripped her flesh from her bones
we found our home in the name of revenge
its all in the dialogue
and this story's written in epilogue
every lesson was finally learned
when the blood tinted auburn
(:it seems I've forgotten the language, i used to speak in vowels and consonants, now every word is constant and followed by the weakest syllables and verbs. its all for filler now, and the words are like paper hearts thrown to the wind.)

it seems as if the meaning was lost in the translation
survey the sentences-
befriend acquaintances
to draw battle lines
to choose our own sides
when the miscreant have tainted reality
you will fight along side me
this ends with you

(: it seems I've forgotten the language, I've raised this glass to a coming of age pilgrimage to a desolate plain on the back of a store window pane, you're living for one night romances and your choking on your own words. well I found the enemy, its like the cancer from second hand smoke. your funeral will culminate the true death of hope and faith.:)

and in the end this has severed who we are i suppose never had it in us, to live amongst the stars.