[on.fire]: 156.On the edge

On the edge

Whisper me the death.
I long to see the angels.
And to rest in the eyes.

Can you tell me what's wrong?
The sun is shining.
And it burns a fire.
That has been forgotten.

No one is his own.
Sometimes i think.
The trees are pretty bored.

When the heart becomes so thorned.
Everything drawns in whiskey.
Wine makes it clear.
Nothing stops the fear.

It goes on.
Trying to travel between time.
What is the true crime.

It's a broken hearts club.
Drinkin your hidden blood.
You're so down.
While lying in mud.

You need something.
That puts you up.
Something that makes you rock