My words crawl
away into the shadows
cowering under the
echoed silence, the fear
of pasts claws.
It's a quiet place here in
the chasms of the soul,
where forlorn murmurs
of wisdom, breach the
signature of mystery.
Feeding the lands of
my mind, seeking oceans
hold, I cannot listen to
the voice of reason.
I follow you into the
woods and dancing in the
light of our dying fires
I rise, I rise, I rise.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
My words crawl
away into the shadows
cowering under the
echoed silence, the fear
of pasts claws.
It's a quiet place here in
the chasms of the soul,
where forlorn murmurs
of wisdom, breach the
signature of mystery.
Feeding the lands of
my mind, seeking oceans
hold, I cannot listen to
the voice of reason.
I follow you into the
woods and dancing in the
light of our dying fires
I rise, I rise, I rise.
