Fairy Tale

Thinking about the shiver Just before I pull the trigger Feeling good would only break me down Talking about the quiver For the thoughts of non-believers All I hear is another ‘break it up’ I’m the grave of all my faith so Meaningless and young I’m the mirror of my demons Futureless and dumb Knowing about the silence Seems to bring a sort of balance Living could be more than just survive Bearing with the voices On the weakness of my choices All I’ve learnt is not to dwell on why I’m the grave o