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I scream a thousand screams but there is no sond
while I am floating upon this dream
the black river amasses
and my blood would curl
hoping for something more
I look to the sea and it seems to stare back
in the sparkling of twilight, I would break free
overswell this change that seems to bind me
and I miss the blackness on such nights
would pray to the moon
for one last kiss and a midnight taste
to try and empty myself out
and sepw it upon the floor
maybe I will find a end to this
then it would all come to be alright
but now my eyes would close
and the water does not come
but I wonder do I restrain
and hover here without
rhyme or reason.
9:13 PM - 7/30/2007 -
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