In disgrace

The sky seems to be a miscarriage, a bleeding scene,
A leper picture so cruel to see.
(Frailty in disguise)

The whole world crumbles…
And it feels so cold on my skin.
(Bearing the scars)

All the boundaries which once tied all I am to all you are,
Are today rattling with a melancholy that leans really far.
(Keep on loving you is flogging a dead horse)

There won’t be a hand rocking the cradle,
There’s a beating misery in this rotten Eden for Adams.
(Keep on loving you is whispering farewell choking back my tears)

I love you…
But you don’t care.

I love you…
And that keeps me in disgrace.