What a wicked fall I thought I had shed yesterday like a sloughed skin But I’m wrapped in the carcass of what should’ve been A flower picked before its life could even begin So scared of love’s thorns that I had to pull the pin Such a wicked end Now I pay my dues for love left strangled in the grave The remnant of my failure to be free and to be brave I sit among the ashes of the life and love I could not save My once beating heart is now the darkness that enslaves What a wicked cave I dig deep into the shallow tomb uncovering my faults Buried in the casket of my dreams with the peace I sought Laid to rest with the battles I lost before I even fought Perhaps my falling star was never meant to be caught What a wicked thought Drowned love swims in my veins, with the one I hold so dear Eyes, they lose their luster and ears, they lose the will to hear Souls they quake. Hearts they break. Lovely visions disappear The internal compass ceases to guide. The rudders fail to steer What a