I wrote along the banks of a dead river

Inhaling the odor of the decayed

I wrote in front of the broken mirror

Scruitinizing every keen blade

I wrote a withered winter flower

Surviving its last enduring days

I wrote it to the last hour

I wrote through my wilted phase

Darling, we mend the sins of our soul

With the very light saint that runs in blood

We can't sustain what's in our core

Darling, if we're the poison in the remedy

The shame hidden in the pride

The black holes in the galaxies

The laughs in the carnage

Then darling, we are the abrupt change

The world is trying to obstruct

We're whom they fear to be

We're the faux life in this life

Darling, we're the unrealistic brought to the realistic