Dream ,
after dream ,
caught me dreaming
I dressed reality
in dreams
As flesh and skin
on bone
And my only crime
was never beyond
skin deep
"In silence I listened to the sounds of silence"
"I fumbled futility and it fell on a field as faultless as sin"
"Perfection was mine to make and along the way to lose"
"Anguish was the name of every moment we remember , regret his brother"
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Dream ,
after dream ,
caught me dreaming
I dressed reality
in dreams
As flesh and skin
on bone
And my only crime
was never beyond
skin deep
"In silence I listened to the sounds of silence"
"I fumbled futility and it fell on a field as faultless as sin"
"Perfection was mine to make and along the way to lose"
"Anguish was the name of every moment we remember , regret his brother"
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