Ray lyn

It's useless to say, a Knife to the bone, love always strikes late, never safe not to heed, what else its been doing, to make me bleed, gets in the way, when I beat at ghosts, no matter what the day, keeps schtum about scenes, then leaves me alone, my turn now to plead, I feel ao delicate, a song with muffled tones, like sealed in a crate, it’s not my creed, to hit you with stones, but I've been seceeded, if moon has a gaze, it knows where you've been, brings wind to the slates, fire on the breeze.