Jun 2015
Everything is so vague
Every word every bit of an image is so feeble
As if a black hole in my mind
****** all my memory away
Dreams are like that,
Resplendent enough,
But as soon as I wake
There's nothing inside but the residue of dreams
A few bits of ashes left
That the sweeper in my mind forgets
And leaves them like mystery to solve,
Deep in my subconscience
It is ensonsced
For me it's amnesia,*
Nothing lucid,
No colour but black and grey,
As if a black hole
****** all my memory away.
Every word every bit of an image is so feeble
As if a black hole in my mind
****** all my memory away
Dreams are like that,
Resplendent enough,
But as soon as I wake
There's nothing inside but the residue of dreams
A few bits of ashes left
That the sweeper in my mind forgets
And leaves them like mystery to solve,
Deep in my subconscience
It is ensonsced
For me it's amnesia,*
Nothing lucid,
No colour but black and grey,
As if a black hole
****** all my memory away.
