Bleed, Memory

There was a sadness in bloom
Growing inside her tomb
There was a madness
It spoke of you
I tell stories
Such lovely stories
And you’d love them too
And maybe one day I’ll learn to love
Shoot out the sky from a falling dove

I tell stories
Such lovely stories
And you’d love them too
It lingers in abandoned castles
Breathing out death and decay
Fleeting in the corner of my eye
Dragging my insides
Around her scaffold

I fell for it again
The ghost inside my head
The photos I found of you
You look dead