We're back! Apologies for the infrequency of updates to This Wretched Anguish, I recently got a job and apparently that meant I couldn't be bothered to do this for two months lol
Lyrics:
It slips from my reach,
as I flail with screaming arms,
a slave to mocking hope
in cold I plead for company to sate
my addiction to warmth
before I’m dragged across a blade
if you’re listening, I don’t know who you are
but without you, I’m nothing.
Wasting minutes better spent dead, I taste a bitter gun
as I wander down this road to oblivion.
A hurricane of inane emotion,
stumbles through cracked teeth from my frozen throat and,
Is it a hug of forgiveness,
or the embrace of death?
It's tunnel vision
but I can't see...