Blood Is the New Fashion - Binary

I mistook your touch for that of an angel’s

Cold like god

I watched you fall from heaven

Some things are better off

Left unsaid, left for dead

Tell me, was something wrong?

Your hands on my heart with

Intention

To, to stop it

To stop it I’ll

Reach through my ribcage and drag my heart into sunlight

I’ll show you what it means to fall from grace face down

Eyes falling on what’s fading fast, we

Choke on words we can’t take back

Is this what you call fun?

I have become no one

To you

To you

To you