If this life plane is but illusion,
let me live in your heart
where time is ceaseless,
where I have not a care,
where it's warm,
where it's real,
where the truth won't elude me.
Where I am suspended like a snare,
ringing in every thrum
of your chambered drum,
in every heartbeat.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
If this life plane is but illusion,
let me live in your heart
where time is ceaseless,
where I have not a care,
where it's warm,
where it's real,
where the truth won't elude me.
Where I am suspended like a snare,
ringing in every thrum
of your chambered drum,
in every heartbeat.
"Thrum" of series "Clutch My Soul" I found in my phone's notepad from 10/12/14
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