Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Wake
12.30.03
If one more compliment slips through your lips-
I think I might die
Closing my eyes to think now
If I don’t wake before the end-
Do not think of it as anything, my friend
Tears sliding down pale cheeks
You hold up your candle-
But its light is too weak
The ground opens its waiting grave
Silver fades to deafening greys
If I don’t wake before the end-
Just leave me here
Maybe I’ll move on eventually
Escape the walls these dreams trap me in
If I don’t-
It isn’t anything, my friend
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]