Elena Two

It's useless to wait, a Knife to the bone, always strikes late, never safe to heed, what I've been doing, no one makes me bleed, or gets in the way, I slay my ghosts, no matter what the waste, say nothing about that scene, just leave me alone, my turn now to plead, it leaves me delicate, a song with broken tones, sealed in a freighter’s crate, it’s not my creed, to keep fear at home, when you want to succeed, the moon has a gaze, it knows what you've seen, the wind in the slates, fire on the breeze.