Alyssum

Skin painted on an olive canvas
A thousand words but I can't choose one

This rendering meets a finite soul (a finite soul)
Tugging at the fabrics of reality and my sanity

I'm feeling like its your wings to my fallen halo 
I'm freezing I cannot move forward in your light

This rendering meets a finite soul (a finite soul)
Tugging at the fabrics of reality and my sanity

A hundred miles an hour I can’t slow down
I need your touch to keep me grounded

But then again I was
Cast aside
Left for dead