Lay forth.
May your run be fruitful.
I'm taking my imagination
And wrapping it around you.
You.
Me.
I can't fix thee.
Try to find a reason why
you cant open your eyes.
Ignorance is bliss.
But only to the ignorant.
Piece by piece, you break away.
Its sad though.
But you'll find a way.
You are no more than my head.
No more than my mind.
No more than my imagination.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Lay forth.
May your run be fruitful.
I'm taking my imagination
And wrapping it around you.
You.
Me.
I can't fix thee.
Try to find a reason why
you cant open your eyes.
Ignorance is bliss.
But only to the ignorant.
Piece by piece, you break away.
Its sad though.
But you'll find a way.
You are no more than my head.
No more than my mind.
No more than my imagination.