self-shadowing-prey:

Matt Elliott – Dust, Flesh and Bones

Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them, I swear to god I thought it was a sign

This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky, the withered, wearied features start resembling mine

And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you, it’s hard to know which of the voices that you hear

Are your own..

Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough to adequately purge the soul of pain

Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means you’ll never trust a living soul again

And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you, it’s hard to know which of the voices that you hear

Are your own…

This is how it feels to be alone
Just like we’ll die, alone

This is how it feels to be alone
This is how it feels to be alone
This is all that we can call our own
Dust, flesh and bone..