Sorry Cards For Friends In Writing

Cold was my soul Untold was the pain

I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain ....
So I swore to the razor That never
, Would your dark nails Enchained
of faith Be pushed through my veins
again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever

soon Come above onto me?
For once upon a time On the binds of
your loneliness I could always
find the right slot for your sacred key