wars | Grief, They Named It | A Hundred Shivers ~ Chapter Four

Follow wars online: Official Site - ​ Facebook - ​ Instagram - ​ Twitter - ​ Follow On Spotify - ​ Subscribe On YouTube - Video by Matt Higgs - ---- I sat up in Stockholm, staring at the ceiling Hoping the lights would deflect this seething Rage at myself and how adrift I felt The splintering stress; we never dial for help I saw the wreckage in her eyes It told me how much we’d left behind us And where will we find ourselves now What have we got to lose anyway I’m finding, away I’d never seen a stare so stark And in the dark I tortured my head in half And drank in the hell and the dust and decay We sang to our selves we would never be the same We stole each other’s words until we both were breathless My head whispered the worst, we’re all taught to be reckless I thought