Emily Three

Clouds unfurl in the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you die, who cares what’s at stake, it always comes for you, forever burns in your grate, something deep inside, not just any ordinary due, makes you want to cry those barriers I make, not to look a fool, who cares if I’m great, however high you fly, love is not immune, but always worth a try, lying's if you castigate, something lost inside you, whenever you walk away, on troubled nights, we’ve had a few, spare me the questions right, I guess you knew.