Funeral Of Flowers

A Dying Firestorm Burns Under A Blanket Of Corruption At It's Best

Granting Wishes To The Unwanted Customers That Sadly Enter The Doorway

Tossing Their Rights Upon The Floor, Like Splattered Blood Upon A Heated Sidewalk

Laying In Their Own Lives, Lazy With Agenda They Awake To Find The Same Doorframe

Opening It To Reveal Yet Another Sad Misconception, Walking Upon The Same Repetitive Recording

Hearing Your Beautiful Sorrow Within A Funeral Of Flowers

Dying With The Motions That Hurt You Most

Living With The Underage Guns, Dusting Them Off With Bloodwritten Cloths

Words Seem Pointless, Trusting Your Heart To A Bullets Vision

Hesitiating To Pull The Trigger, Upon Your Own Desired Pleasure Of Misconcepted Photographs

Smiling In Their Utter Sickening Glory, You Burn Them In The Fire You Awoke From

Twisting And Turning In The Bedframe, Looking For The Comftorable Meaning

That Talks To You In Splinters, Smiling In Your Fake Calendar's Of Denial

As You Mark The Days Down To One, Opening Your Eyes To The Darkest Minds Past

For I Will Not Save You From These Heavy Chains, Sit And Cower In Your Own Cell

I Have My Own Spaces, You Must Learn To Find Your Own

Lifting Your Own Chains From Upon The Ground You Built Them On

As You Set Your Past, Present And Future Below You

Finding Where To Place The Steps Without Reason Or Argument

Leading To Where You Must Stay Fixed Inside The Walls Of Your Own Desires

So Lock Your Doors, Place Your Keys On The Mantle Pieces

Thinking That Simple Laws Of Protection Lay With You In The Dark

For When The Sun Shines In You...There I Shall Sit...Beneath The Mirrors

Where I Belong. Where I Shall Reside. For Eternity....Just To Be Sure....