Dream that made me feel the chill You called me, leaving voicemail With words spoken in tears Making my heart squeeze with fears Where are
Right under another place of trust Once lovely, once dirty and full of disgust The things that are voiced by the silence Could only try
“Can you imagine what this heart is seeking for?” The grey in streaks, The purple bleaks And faint resounding made-up lore. Would you ignore?
Like old-school rock And light’s that flock, And bow and follow With grace of swallow
She – holding thousands of words in her head Thrill in her blood, journey in her stead Beauty in soft touch, Dream to be reached
Daily I hear the vague depictions Of horrid, sullen, dark addictions Of people falling in despair Once they get “hit” on something “fair”