Emancipated minor. Well directed, brilliantly casted. Riding a Greyhound down to the city. With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket. . Little game of seesaw, then he came to claim her.
Somniferous whisperings of scarlet fields. Sleep calling me and my dreams are wondrous. My reality abandoned (I traverse afar). Not a care if I never wake.
Needed time to clear my mind. Breathe the free air, find some peace there. I used to keep my heart in jail. But the choice was love or fear of pain and.
An unstoppable end. The world turns every day. An ending with no end. . So, for this time of morning. I can no longer cry. Even though the story goes on.
So little time. Your crystal eyes gaze into mine. A burning flame. Forever dreaing, dreaming a lie. . Trapped inside internal eyes. Caressed by innocence, a sanctuary for your mind.
As I turn away from a life so grey. Where have all the flowers gone?. Just what went wrong?. . Innocence, insanity, irony. Stone cold reality. Oh lord come and save me.
So little time. Your crystal eyes gaze into mine. A burning flame. Forever dreaming, dreaming a lie. . Trapped inside internal eyes. Caressed by innocence, a sanctuary for you mind.
Speak to me. For I have seen. Your waning smile. Your scars concealed. So far from home, do you know you're not alone. Sleep tonight. Sweet summer light.
Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust. From my face another morning black Sunday. Coming down again empty vessel empty veins. Empty bottle wish for rain that pain again.
Existence, throught a spirit's will. A force, use the power of evil. . Darkness, visualize. As light pierces through your yearning eyes. . Rebirth of a lost soul.
Seems like you never really knew me. Seems like you never understood me. Seems like you never really knew how to feel. But electricity ooh it drew you near to me.
There are things we cannot see that hang. Within her sight. There are people we won't remember that. Dance with her at night. . Eileen's calling me. To sit awhile and talk to trees.
Hot as a rail shot through the sun. Horizon awaits, stretch to become. Drifting in dream, sifting the real. Don't wait until the waters come. . You reach into me, alchemical flood.
And there are those who. Hadn't found the speaking so wrong. Is it wrong. Of pavolov lore. They ran rampant through the floors. Is this wrong. Feels so wrong.
The Al Sirat hides behind. A wardrobe of eunuchs. Seconds collide. Till the Padisha scandal. The cauldrons have eyes. By way of racket and vice. A brothel's bedpan.
I've been drinking black mirror again. The closer we part. I needed to touch your lips. With the nail in my heart. The night that you caught me. My coffin did walk.
If I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road. I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else. I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust.
I look around and it's the same old situation on a different day. These masses of confrontation beating me down. I'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place.