I feel it washing, over me,. slow poisonous tide.. Pins and needles, dance on me. sickness undefined.. Now I'm afraid, to face the sky,. please someone hear my haunting cry..
Along the path where the stream is talking. I breathe the mist and continue walking. The wood, it whispers in a language of its own. . As a sigh escaped my lips.
Of late it's harder just to go outside. To leave this deadspace with hatred so alive. Writhin' with sickness, thrown into banality. (I decay). Killed by the weakness, but forced to return.
I remember when. I was told of story of crushed velvet, candle wax and dried up flowers. The figure on the bed. All dressed up in roses, calling, beckoning to sleep, offering a dream.
Will you join me in this dance, dance of misery. Cradled in imposs impossibility?. Swooning, I am swept away. Swept off my feet, with step by step by step.
Were you dying to go?. You just looked so exposed,. Demure through the dark dancing lights.. I glided by.. I can't deny. That the shadows betrayed you and I.