Grinding Teeth

I died years ago before you met me Drowned in promises and guarantees A rancid birth, a fucked up choice Be with me my only voice Never got to know her Never knew the truth And on the day she died I did too Empty thoughts rot Help me fall Empty thoughts Help me fall Asleep Telephone poles, broken glass Hospitals, accidents Waiting Grinding teeth I died years ago Drowned in promises A rancid choice Be with me my only voice I could have triеd I should have been there I should havе tried

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026