The Ode - Kyng

tricky conversation

heavy thoughts reveal

darkest reflection of what you’ve become

veins from the heavens burn slow moving clouds

everyday its all wrong

fell apart in her eyes

to slide from the mountain of dishevelled shame

to fall from the mountain that you helped destroy

your butterfly is all alone

she’s drowning in her broken home

so young but don’t care

i hope it bleeds you, carry it till the end

devils know their own

legends over told

its not color of your skin

its not in those places that you’ve been

no one wants to love you

no one wants to know you care

stutter stepping towards your grave yeah

ode to lonely days

ode to lonely graves