When we let our guard down, the pain rises up in our throat like bile
Choking the breath from us.
The past returns in waves, its somthing we dont want to remember,somthing not want to be felt.
Come take this acid from our souls, break it down, becareful for yours may catch the drop of our pitiful crys.
Devine rest, we all wish for it, morning the existance we never had a chance to inhale, its scent so far away.