I fear what is not this time. This time that is not what was
nor what will be. I fear
you.
You, the melody. You, the music.
And no matter what, your show must always,
irrevocably, go on.
And, it weighs on me; You, as the symphony.
You grip onto me, searching
for something to take you home...
but this house has been empty for years.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
I fear what is not this time. This time that is not what was
nor what will be. I fear
you.
You, the melody. You, the music.
And no matter what, your show must always,
irrevocably, go on.
And, it weighs on me; You, as the symphony.
You grip onto me, searching
for something to take you home...
but this house has been empty for years.
