The Heir Of Empty Breath (The Receiving End of Sirens)

And the solemn verse resounds… Heavy lies the twisted crown As it hovers above The disgrace I’ve become Like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin Like a scar from a sore Like a stain that’s set in I wallow in what I could have been Take me away Away from this place Come like a thief in the night Be a rapture and take me away From these sentiments turned sediment From this crude cast of our intent From the boulder we can’t set aside. Come like a thief in the night Be my vision and take me away With all the pigments that you’ve shed (So pale and porous) I’m the heir of empty breaths, Of sulfur and sweat, I’m the king of what could have been I have wed my regret, she’s my blushing bride Like an ache Like a cramp I can’t lose So I wallow in what I could have been Be a fleeting glimpse Of what could have been That comes to me Every now and again And I’ll just pretend to carry on, carelessly Your glimpses are ever fleeting You’re the crutch on which I’m leaning Come to me Hold me up be my stilt, my splint Be my brace, be mine So I can carry on, carelessly