Fall

Forced. Smile. Rehearsed. Greetings. But every time we meet alone It feels like an angel has made us dream Oh but angels come with a prize. A prize of ash and sorrow The two will fall in the morrow As the sun comes up and our lips intertwine A one way trip to the depths of time Chaos all around, as we plummet to the ground Straight we fall into Despair, Our nightmares chase us everywhere. Broken glass,no time to heal Running with no time to heal A very hard fall indeed.