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.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
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.
