Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
The Dead
3.22.04
Wake me up when this dream is over
No need to breathe, no need to cry
The eye’s are blind, the heart is broken
And I’m dead inside
Ghost towns, haunting
Distant corners of thought and mind
Specters mourning
Counting seconds throughout time
Whispered to the dead
The lost souls
Drowning where the world dares not to tread
Bleak and desolete
Despair- you do not understand
It’s empty
The last ray of light is dead
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]