Coming Home

I'm in Yuma tonight, coming home from Mexico. I'm a mess right now. Mexico was one blissful week of total escape but now that i'm coming home, everything is overwhelming me more than ever and i can't handle it. I'm falling apart right now.

Being in Mexico was amazing. I don't think i've felt so free in years. Maybe never. Now i'm home and i'm back in this world, where i'm judged and looked down on and my voice is shut up in a cage. After a week of heaven i don't know how i can go back to that. Especially because the first news i heard when i got back to the world is that one of my best friends is moving halfway across the country. I really don't know what to do right now and i have no release.

I should be over this by now

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame

The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you


~Funeral of Hearts, HIM