Metamorphose - Save Your Last Breath

Catatonic glances upon the chilling present stopped by frantic shivers to

resist the fervent ending

Weeping winds I hear at night invasively, followed by footsteps of forgotten

ills

Weary hands dig down to the hopes of the past, pulling on the roots of what has

grown in seconds, moments, forsaken years

I can still hear the wailing woods reviving the old forsaken lies that lie

beneath the overgrown catacombs

You let the ashes consume you, turn our blooms to grey as you wandered the

forest’s glade

Longer and longer I stand in the swamp, deeper and deeper my roots will grow

Unearth the resting demons, breaking the boundaries, no cages, no strings again.

The smallest of doubts where filtered through leaves and haze

I might have taken a glimpse of what’s coming next, an already written story

with no climax or an end

Apathy comes in waves flooding the woods

Tragedy once a day drowning my roots

Nature’s claim takes away my mellow soul so we can wither away

Insomnia’s touch only brushed my skin, entering my weary home

Whispers of doubt weeping among the woods