Inner Hole from Truth by Mur

I shall climb this ladder.
A step is a word.
A step is a day.
A day that I end, as your image fades away.
A gaping hole.
Emptied out of me.
Wounds that I lick.
No other darkness, than the one I want to see.
I shall climb this ladder.
A step is a word.
A step is a day.
A day that I end, as your image fades away.
The hole is in me. The hole isn’t mine.
I’ll climb again, out of me.
On every step, I shall shine.
A gaping hole.
Emptied out of me.
Wounds that I lick.
No other darkness, than the one I want to see.
The hole is in me. The hole isn’t mine.
I’ll climb again, out of me.
On every step, I shall shine.
Killing season down to Earth, now I know. It’s not about you.
I tried out (tried out, tried), and I know. I feel I can do.
Across each page,
A drawing of my failure.
This book, this book.
A story I need to write.
Out of the purest blood.
My blood, my excellence.
A jar filed with tears from the stars.
A crystal as clear as eyes can be.
Across each page,
A drawing of my failure.
This book, this book.
A story I need to write.
Now, I stop the wheel.
I write the words of time,
Out of the purest blood.
My blood, my excellence.
Killing season down to Earth, now I know. It’s not about you.
I tried out (tried out, tried), and I know. I feel I can do.
Seeking reasons on each verse, how we bow. We’re not even two.
I dried out (dried out, dried), and I vow. It’s not about you.
Killing season down to Earth, now I know. We’re not even two.
Love is a failure.
Love is a failure.

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