An extension from my lips: a plead, so desperate.
Don't go, don't stay: stay somewhere faraway.
A trembling voice in the depth of where silence resides,
The fear of solitude, of what's left inside.
A scream unheard, unutterable,
A plead so desperate, so feeble.
Submission to the newest of moons,
Rotation of deeds, so fast, so soon.
Bloodshed or teardrops, comfort or lies: So hard to remember, so hard to decide,
Oh, the fear of solitude, of what's left inside.
Because what's unutterable will be uttered someday,
The music which alone will be faced.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 7:52 AM UTC
An extension from my lips: a plead, so desperate.
Don't go, don't stay: stay somewhere faraway.
A trembling voice in the depth of where silence resides,
The fear of solitude, of what's left inside.
A scream unheard, unutterable,
A plead so desperate, so feeble.
Submission to the newest of moons,
Rotation of deeds, so fast, so soon.
Bloodshed or teardrops, comfort or lies: So hard to remember, so hard to decide,
Oh, the fear of solitude, of what's left inside.
Because what's unutterable will be uttered someday,
The music which alone will be faced.
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