The music swirls around inside my head
The vague colors and apparitions
Flickering behind my eyelids
A truly haunting melody I hear,
Whether it be sung or strummed
I am unsure
It is beautiful and eerie
A lovely sound my mind is forming,
A sort of song for my visions to dance to,
That drowns out the static of the room
In which i currently am
I’d rather listen to this other-worldly chorale
And watch my pretty dreams play out
Than listen to this droning teacher anyways.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
The music swirls around inside my head
The vague colors and apparitions
Flickering behind my eyelids
A truly haunting melody I hear,
Whether it be sung or strummed
I am unsure
It is beautiful and eerie
A lovely sound my mind is forming,
A sort of song for my visions to dance to,
That drowns out the static of the room
In which i currently am
I’d rather listen to this other-worldly chorale
And watch my pretty dreams play out
Than listen to this droning teacher anyways.
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