If what is real is what I see
I am far from madness
With shutters closed
Eyes sewn shut
Wednesday I may own the world
Thursday, darling, lose it all
In winteriest moods it all turns sour
A negative, a hollow shell
On brighter day’s I’ll hear the choir
Someone whispers out a spell
Should I stay sleeping all life long
Another world has been created
Behind the stutter of my eyes
Are nightmares
Yet fear not, there will be no harm
They say
Yet I’ve been known to play with hearts
Dangle puppets on a string
Pull the noose a little tighter
Wounded one, please step right in
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
If what is real is what I see
I am far from madness
With shutters closed
Eyes sewn shut
Wednesday I may own the world
Thursday, darling, lose it all
In winteriest moods it all turns sour
A negative, a hollow shell
On brighter day’s I’ll hear the choir
Someone whispers out a spell
Should I stay sleeping all life long
Another world has been created
Behind the stutter of my eyes
Are nightmares
Yet fear not, there will be no harm
They say
Yet I’ve been known to play with hearts
Dangle puppets on a string
Pull the noose a little tighter
Wounded one, please step right in
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