Old Wounds - State Faults

A sirens whisper echoes through my head

A fleeting feeling slipping through my hands

A ghost-like beauty and splendor

A vespertine sweet surrender

But all it left me was a burning bed

And in the ashes were seeds of regret

So i planted gardens in glass realms

Embedded splinters in myself

Cause young love feels like its all teeth

And i wanted something that feels real

We pulled the earth from the bone and emptied the vein

When the dust settled an ocean remained and in its waves

Old wounds reopened

Our hopes drowned in the ocean