Wrinkles on my brain.
They suppress the screams
of the lucid echo, that is tagging along me.
Tap.
Smoke.
Weeping.
I woke up and found myself sleeping still.
I heard my friends' laughing drill.
I felt my sweat leaking through the sorrow.
Tap.
Smoke.
Scream.
Now, it was too late -
My dreams were far gone already.
I was behind the horizon. Tragedy.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
Wrinkles on my brain.
They suppress the screams
of the lucid echo, that is tagging along me.
Tap.
Smoke.
Weeping.
I woke up and found myself sleeping still.
I heard my friends' laughing drill.
I felt my sweat leaking through the sorrow.
Tap.
Smoke.
Scream.
Now, it was too late -
My dreams were far gone already.
I was behind the horizon. Tragedy.
