In you, they swim without care for your kin
In a dreamy, dreaded world you find something hidden.
Amongst the secrets from your darkest nights and momentary flights.
If ever was a cure, I would take it a galloping moment
So that I get rid of being your permanent tenant.
With the rent so high…
How do you aim to survive?
In a world of pain & desire through a moment of buried fire.
Wounds overflowing without cuts…
How cumbersome are these nights of unrest?
Worry, tragedy, pain, apathy…
All bosom buddies in your search for downfall.
Shifting through the night into a broken machine
A machine unwound through the tremulous years of existing.
Passion is hidden inside a box within the chasm.
So deep, so dark, you shudder at the thought of approaching daylight.
Making your words and stretching your thoughts
We come across the reality that builds a theory of dots.
Each dot a charismatic rebuke towards life.
Each thought addressed to that strife.
Often does life seem to trip on us and life?
And, we in a memorandum of believing gently caress and shove it aside.
Faking the real, and realising the mockery
We survive through life like broken crockery.
Feeling so alone, so deserted…
It is the silence within the dream and the unattended.
