No Title For Life

Bathe me in your fire

Encase me in your light

We consume the decay

To sustain life

Then we die

I hate the silent voices

That seems to come at night

Filling my head with echoes

Of the things I must do right

Every cruel heart aches

With every breath you take

Set fire to your cold heart

We got lost handing out blindfolds

Just another grain of sand

Along the cosmic shore

If history has made you bitter

Then the future is no sweeter

We see through abstract eyes

I sit below green towers that sway in the wind