there are days
where I just sit and wait
and this is what I make
of all the scenes
of all the things
that sit inside of me
I've never loved
anything but
the impulse of my soul
and like Chopin
I just use my hands to cope
because I can feel myself choke
and no one knows
that nobody cares
and it's all in fear
I see images and they shake me
I hear melodies and they haunt me
but sometime in space
I feel ethereal
and I slip away
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
there are days
where I just sit and wait
and this is what I make
of all the scenes
of all the things
that sit inside of me
I've never loved
anything but
the impulse of my soul
and like Chopin
I just use my hands to cope
because I can feel myself choke
and no one knows
that nobody cares
and it's all in fear
I see images and they shake me
I hear melodies and they haunt me
but sometime in space
I feel ethereal
and I slip away
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