abigails ghost
king of all

He was a friend

Until the end

Someone who made a point

To brand my darkest memories

I try to forget

But I just can't yet

Now I'm aware that

I can't see the forest for the trees

Found you in the cold

Left you all alone

Tell myself that everything's just fine

Victim to the sound

Every fool is crowned

King of all he ever left behind

Body asleep

Nightmare deep

Counting the sheep that

Came to pull the wool over tired eyes

I have begun

To come undone

Losing the will to wake again

My lord becomes the flies

(Repeat )

I can plug my sinking

Ship with every champagne cork I save

But I'm still going down

Now it's seems the very tide

That kept my head above the waves

Will turn and let me drown