One coul say that
If you were away
I'd be swimming...
Drowned beneath
The turbulent sea
And thus:
Settled in sand,
A nightmare with
No apparent end.
everything Blue,
colder without you.
Would man deem me alive?
The green fingers waving,
Caressing and grazing,
Forcing this body to rise.
I feel tucked beneath blankets,
But aware of the
Ignorance outside. Stuck
In the Gardens with
Nothing to guard us,
alone.
But a Musicbox is singing
And the Clockwork is ringing,
Your eyes so alive,
Is this a dream?
An imaginary thing?
I wake up before morning,
My heart no longer stolen
By greed and hate and fear!
A silence of regression,
A violent supression,
I could not lie!
But here I am standing
And talking to you.
I wake up shakng,
A phone causing waking,
Depression knowing
I was at sleep.
But this is no
Ordinary ending
For my sleep is a sea.
The sheets burying me,
My heart could have
stopped...
But I heard you...
My Pulse... |
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