Godless Hearts

You breathe like winter in a dying room. I feel the silence crawling underneath

my skin. You never promise yet you are always bloom in all the

places where my doubts begin. Your touch is quiet like a sharpened night.

Soft enough to make me stay Cold enough to take my life. And I fall

again to the place I swore I wouldn't go. We are godless

hearts beating in the dark. Loving like a warning

breaking from the start. We are godless hearts. But I still

feel the spark. You're the wound I keep the shadow in my blood