Thoughts before a play...
Not to be taken seriously.
I'm stumbling through my thoughts again, my mind is shuddering. What it fears, I know not. The breath in my lungs feels stagnate and I gasp upon the ideas of something new. My vision blurs...and I let go of a silent cry to restore what is lost.
Where does my sanity lie.
In which arms can I find myself tonight?
My tiny heart pounds, and clarity flees from my fainting eyes. Help me heaven...lose not the little child who weeps and mourns for herself. She is merely lost again. In those dark corridors of illusion, that twinkle with odd candle light. The wax drips down slowly from the wick, like life sliding away from the soul. It burns..and runs...leaveing ash.
Again...again...again.
I don't know where I am today. Nor..do I wish to find out such details. Perhaps I am better off left alone today. Lost in the comfort of a silent mind, who screeches when exposed to the world.
Wrap me in a lie...and counsel my desires another day. Let's just rest now.
She's lost again, can't you tell? Or..is she hiding? What does she fear to be hidden? She must have lost her way...poor little soul. In the cold. In the warmth of her room but in the blizzard of her mind....chilled ideas of illusion.
I'm stumbling through my thoughts again, my mind is shuddering. What it fears, I know not. The breath in my lungs feels stagnate and I gasp upon the ideas of something new. My vision blurs...and I let go of a silent cry to restore what is lost.
Where does my sanity lie.
In which arms can I find myself tonight?
My tiny heart pounds, and clarity flees from my fainting eyes. Help me heaven...lose not the little child who weeps and mourns for herself. She is merely lost again. In those dark corridors of illusion, that twinkle with odd candle light. The wax drips down slowly from the wick, like life sliding away from the soul. It burns..and runs...leaveing ash.
Again...again...again.
I don't know where I am today. Nor..do I wish to find out such details. Perhaps I am better off left alone today. Lost in the comfort of a silent mind, who screeches when exposed to the world.
Wrap me in a lie...and counsel my desires another day. Let's just rest now.
She's lost again, can't you tell? Or..is she hiding? What does she fear to be hidden? She must have lost her way...poor little soul. In the cold. In the warmth of her room but in the blizzard of her mind....chilled ideas of illusion.
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