A Memory Misread - Counterparts

Don’t adorn me like the dead

I deserve to look like myself once again

Suspended from the sky like ornaments

Nothing to no one, only memories misread

I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept

Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can’t forget

Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best

I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept

Separate me from a finished product like needle and thread

Translating words to portray the vacant pages they live in

A requiem worshipped for the pauses it contains

Praising not the essence but the meaningless remain

Collecting shards from mirror images of me

I am no idol

I am no idol for the weak

Nothing to no one, a memory misread

Collecting shards from mirror images of me

I am no idol for the weak

I am a farewell

I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept

I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept

Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can’t forget

Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best

I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept