A glympse into the sky,
With a bandaged arm, and guns held high.
A broken bracelet on the floor,
Sleeping with diamonds and daisys.

Red bells ringing in her ears,
The sign for mid-day change,
With young eyes close in fear,
Hold hearts, and pray for a better day

Swallow the gun thats in your hand,
And releive the sickness..
Throw away this suffereing, and break the axe instead.

The velvet stream of pain,
Carries stories in bottles.
Like Planes flying in the sky,
Without their wings, we say goodbye.

Open the bottle of our lives,
To find an essay on black and white
Catch the braclet before it falls,
Continue to wake in a new day.

Swallow the gun thats in your hand,
And releive the sickness..
Throw away this suffereing, and break the axe instead.

An essay on black and white
An essay on black and white

Swallow the gun thats in your hand,
And releive the sickness..
Throw away this suffereing, and break the axe instead.