End This Day - Killing In The Month Of July

Alone I stare at
The hallowed life
Accumulating in my hands
Forever is just their
Passive word to describe
This unholy nothing
That's been left behind
Forever to be left behind
For both weak and strong
To drain of life and remember
An empty act of remembrance
For my own selfishness
Falling towards darkness
Never came quite this easily
So at this time I keep it
Close and hold it for
What it is worth
Seasons of joy I
Beg for your return
Your return to invoke my collapse
I beg for your patience
I beg for your ever-insuring guidance
But leave her angelic tone behind
So that I may still stumble
On these broken knees
Love is spoken with such jealous disgust
All in hope for the comfort
Of a pale hand to caress these
Lonesome and solace eyes
For only seven nights
I lived with the stars
In seven night I watched them fade away
A burning past I will abandon
To just live with relief
But with three chosen word
I slit my own throat