disease
Ada Rook
I saw the light of what you were to me
Burning like a beacon just out of reach
The terror spilled out from a secret place
Pushing everyone I love so far away
I think that I have a secret I can't tell
Falling backwards, safety broken
I wish you well
I know that deep inside there's just disease
A wound inside a rotting memory
But amidst the wreckage and the sparks and blood
I can still find faces and names that I love
For all my cold lugubriosity
I just want you to be happy with and without me
I cannot feel my place in this anymore