i suppose it's just me
again
and i'm imagining everything
do you hear the wind
talking to me?
i can write a thousand words
but none could describe
this pale gloom, this acceptance
into the starlight of the dead black night
and the funny thing is
i'm not going to try to win
because i'll just lose again
on the edge of sleep
and the world awakening all around me
and i can still hear the bells
but i hear death as well
marriage or funerals this time?
or am i hearing things?
i think it's happening again
i think i'm breaking down
and i can't decide
what i feel
do you hear it too?
or am i imagining
everything?
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