These visions dance on the tip of my tongue
Skulls rotating in the darkness I wear my heart on my sleeve
And dream dreams that could be reality
Dancing bones in graveyards
Spirits floating high
I create.
While life floats around me and love fills this heart of mine
I can't see without you by my side
So stay with me until our ashes become ashes In this world that we will eventually despise
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 1:23 AM UTC
These visions dance on the tip of my tongue
Skulls rotating in the darkness I wear my heart on my sleeve
And dream dreams that could be reality
Dancing bones in graveyards
Spirits floating high
I create.
While life floats around me and love fills this heart of mine
I can't see without you by my side
So stay with me until our ashes become ashes In this world that we will eventually despise
This was written about a reoccurring dream I have had since the death of a best friend at 8yo.
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