best forgotten

• arms towering into fear
  feels like i am going in my sleep
  the dead are breeding under my pillow
  is there a place for you in me?
  
  best forgotten
  
  gates closing when you draw near
  at the very heart of melancholia
  those were his last words
  is there still something to die for?
  
  inside my heart a wasteland
  that only you can fill with life
  for ther are strangers in our way
  pulling us under, dreaming us under tonight
  
  as certain as the grave
  if i lie to you again
  
  imposed in the darkness
  every word is true
  and best forgotten
  
  words surrender into a seal
  my life is a curse i keep to myself
  the dead are breaking under my pillow
  memories of when you were there
  
  best forgotten
  
  lips drying when you are near
  at the very pit of melancholia
  those were her last souls
  is there still something to dream of?
  
  inside my heart a wasteland still
  that only you could make me feel
  for there are snakes in our way
  feeling us under, nesting us under tonight
  
  as certain as the grave if i lie to you again
  
  imposed in the darkness
  every word is true
  and best forgotten