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[Not fond of the ending. Can't figure out why...XP]
Something in the air I breathe consumes me,
But the reason that it feels strange, I don't know.
I look up to the sky and see the pretty birds fly by,
Yet I cannot cease this ever present glow.
Something in the air I breathe consumes me,
But the reason that it feels strange, I don't know.
I look up to the sky and see the pretty birds fly by,
Yet I cannot cease this ever present glow.
There's a fire in the window.
There's a planet on the lake.
Can you see them? Can you feel them?
I hope so for your own sake.
There's a soldier out of order
And a small break in the chain,
And as much as I would like to,
I just can't seem to refrain.
My silence can't be sustained,
For my ever present speaking of this ever present glow
Is filling and controlling me.
Why can't I let go?
This humanitarian order of dischord and disarray
Has taken over everyone.
For forever...and a day.
 Silent_Melancholy_Enigma · Wed Apr 30, 2008 @ 11:52pm · 0 Comments |
