BEYOND REPAIR


I stayed in the room
And let my fist talk
Should've choked your sound
And delivered a walk
Fury sat on the bed
Tempers floated high
Resentment affected affection
Relation was far from conviction

But we began to read
Our faces too late
We learned to walk away
After all damage was made
What we gained was
Decadence

You found my eyes
Should have looked for the door
Your persuasive report
Didn't walk long enough
Voices were too pungent
Scars became too deep
Our world abstracted by vile words
Our brains inundated with nonsense

But we began to read
Our faces too late
We learned to walk away
After all damage was made
What we gained was
Decadence

It is my crime
My cell was locked
Your hands couldn't hold min
And I fell behind

But we began to read
Our faces too late
We learned to walk away
After all damage was made
What we gained was
Decadence