comfort women by Anomalia

The smallest ones would never hesitate to make, not to make believe
Lies aren't welcome in this mouth. So soft, so broken, so sensitive
They don't know anything else than truth. It's like a lump in the breast
And it grows and it grows until it cannot handle so little blood to ingest

It has been drained and wasted, the betrayer wearing the smile he stole
He found a door, he found its key, and with pest he shattered the keyhole

Is this love
Is this truth
What if she doesn'tknow
Anything

Is it normal
That it hurts
When everything outgrows
Her body

A point of no return has been set, her senses are lying
The flesh marks as blood on her bed, but she's complying
Awaiting the next minute, hour or day, for her eyes to brighten
It is afterall a thing of everyday, like the hands that tighten

The privilege to look away is a blessing, but it was never for her
And while he belches her life away, she finds comfort in myrrh

Is this love
Is this truth
What if she doesn't know
Better

Is it normal
That it hurts
When everything outgrows
Just her

Maybe it is time for her to rest her weary head on the broken glass

• Alternative
• Metal
• Noise
• Spoken Word
• ambient
• dream pop
• shoegaze
• Germany