Running with the speed of sound
Searching for the morning light...
A Faint Voice Whispers
Somewhere a faint voice whispers in the night...
My eyes
They strain, to see through the rain...
Take a knife and cut my wrist
As I cut yours...
This is how I felt when
You stopped looking my way...
Hope clipped each wing but to fall hard upon the...
Behind each door tears fall down without a sound...
Vultures circling, ready to descend
The midnight hour is close at hand...
From deep down
the questions emerge...
You're the brightest colour crayon
in the box of monochromes and pastels...
Vision-less by the mirage of pure bliss,
What lies between us, a forgery painted by your...
I can feel it coming around again
I can feel it shutting me off again...
Hear the chimes of echoed hurt.
The pain has come to try and flirt...