As Delicate as Moth Wings - Renounced

Memories rain as ashes

No longer young or in love

No longer does this life remain enough

In reality we are all the same and we just hate ourselves in different ways

Sometimes I feel that dealing with the pain is something we are supposed to do

Using our failures as tools to cope, but I constantly wonder will it all be

worth it in the end?

Will we find our inner peace?

In this blindness we only have ourselves as guidance

Refuse to live this life without a voice, refuse to live this life without a

choice

Nobody cares about the truth if the lie keeps us refined and content with our

decay

When silence becomes betrayal

With emotions as delicate as moth wings

We wait to be touched by love, to die again and again