Is it just an image? Just a dream?
Trespassing my heavy eyelids in the dead of night.
Need my poor sight dazzling light?
Need my pupils a gentle breath,
To blow away some possible dust
A layer of lie beneath or upon the truth
They claim to observe with full might?
Have I let slip so sudden this world
Runs anti-clockwise in the region of my head?
Have I foretold a smile full of tears
Or a summer sky turning velvet red?
Which child of earth has seen
The horror I battle day after day?
Which reckless knight or gallant templar
Has reached the law of come what may?
this war goes on through bugle calls and snare drums.
On a battlefield, where I die and unbecome..
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
Is it just an image? Just a dream?
Trespassing my heavy eyelids in the dead of night.
Need my poor sight dazzling light?
Need my pupils a gentle breath,
To blow away some possible dust
A layer of lie beneath or upon the truth
They claim to observe with full might?
Have I let slip so sudden this world
Runs anti-clockwise in the region of my head?
Have I foretold a smile full of tears
Or a summer sky turning velvet red?
Which child of earth has seen
The horror I battle day after day?
Which reckless knight or gallant templar
Has reached the law of come what may?
this war goes on through bugle calls and snare drums.
On a battlefield, where I die and unbecome..
