the face of tragedy in the arms of The Machine Dreams

gouging the lives of the solitude, we go unnoticed in this field of grey. where both worlds find us here. we are stomping the innocence alive. tarnishing the world outside of our window. the grey picture of this earth is a mere glimpse of a past tense color. it will fade as we stash our eyes into the past. suffer the consequence of never leaving it up to me. taking seven names and the seven plagues in vein. ill wash these dreams away. as you see my face in your nightmares, you will wish a kiss from the light as i fade away. the breath you have spoken out of grows softer. as i escape this dull world through your eyes. your skin drys and begins to crack. it hurts you to cry. you just wished destruction could've been so much more peaceful.