my pages are bleeding
light
bleeding silence
bleeding silence
rising and falling
waves of silence
thoughts pierce the skin
thoughts pierce the skin
my body aches to the touch
of this silence
i turn around
once again,
its 3am
my clock has stopped running
resigned it rests, tired
weighing on my eyelids
i'm conscious of the weight
of the transition
and the cycle goes on
until I lose attention
and
fall...
of this silence
i turn around
once again,
its 3am
my clock has stopped running
resigned it rests, tired
weighing on my eyelids
i'm conscious of the weight
of the transition
and the cycle goes on
and
fall...