The noise is loud
The people here
They come and go
Like a winter breeze
My eyes are red
They no longer see
A light ahead
Or a way to breathe
My hands they tremble
My lips they shiver
And no one here
Knows I’m not listening
The music colors me
And blends me in
But the way my body moves
It’s a covering film
To what lies beneath
This sadness grows
And the lights they fade
They melt away
And leave behind
A colorless soul
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
The noise is loud
The people here
They come and go
Like a winter breeze
My eyes are red
They no longer see
A light ahead
Or a way to breathe
My hands they tremble
My lips they shiver
And no one here
Knows I’m not listening
The music colors me
And blends me in
But the way my body moves
It’s a covering film
To what lies beneath
This sadness grows
And the lights they fade
They melt away
And leave behind
A colorless soul
