this night has
melted into too many
casualties trying to reach the
edge of dawn
where beaten voices
still believe in summer
dreaming about ages in the sun
w/ loaded gunning thoughts
tomorrow will never fade
painted hands broke the ground
stones reflecting off sapphire
bombs always explode
at the most random times like
when memory is sleeping..
(my memory is wide awake)
& sometimes it screams so loud that I
can remember everything
what would it be like?
just a second of silence?
maybe it's like being thrown in that bomb of
gemstone safety..
smiles for yesterday,
the future is running toward
its own shadow:
a new song in this vein..
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
this night has
melted into too many
casualties trying to reach the
edge of dawn
where beaten voices
still believe in summer
dreaming about ages in the sun
w/ loaded gunning thoughts
tomorrow will never fade
painted hands broke the ground
stones reflecting off sapphire
bombs always explode
at the most random times like
when memory is sleeping..
(my memory is wide awake)
& sometimes it screams so loud that I
can remember everything
what would it be like?
just a second of silence?
maybe it's like being thrown in that bomb of
gemstone safety..
smiles for yesterday,
the future is running toward
its own shadow:
a new song in this vein..
