Titus Arum
Silent stares turn us to a statue-like repose
Black mascara hides the somber affliction
One small sigh of a quiet lullaby
One last night to show what we are made of
We have lost ourselves in a calculated infatuation
Leaving us remains of infamous operations
Its the perfect shape of my heart
I give to you
Masquerading our abandoned perfections
Behind closed curtains
They cant see what we've become
A bruised and bleeding mochery
Of something that was once so modest
Reduces us to ashes of sin
Black mascara hides the somber affliction
One small sigh of a quiet lullaby
One last night to show what we are made of
We have lost ourselves in a calculated infatuation
Leaving us remains of infamous operations
Its the perfect shape of my heart
I give to you
Masquerading our abandoned perfections
Behind closed curtains
They cant see what we've become
A bruised and bleeding mochery
Of something that was once so modest
Reduces us to ashes of sin
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Writer(s): Greg Nuby
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