Leave me anywhere but with my own thoughts.
I fear those most of all the scorning ghosts.
Let me part with myself, away from my own hosts
I’d rather them dance in smoke, far off the coast
Leave me not; I can’t swim past my own fears,
Say goodnight, Let your voice rule my dreams,
Tell me stories of footsteps lost in streams,
Or of that night you let me shed your tears.
Books and friends - heroes of the daylight,
Music has built me a wall so I’m alright
I need a soul next to me in this long flight
May my thoughts abandon my bed tonight
The escape is sweet in the dawn’s mist
And the thoughts are locked in my own lips
My tongue, sometimes tastes of abyss
Let me taste at least a droplet of bliss
Haunting, as the day fades into evening
My thoughts are here, big and taunting
My mind is in desperate need of clearing
I want to reach what’s next to nothing.
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