Saturday, 3 May 2008

The Sound of White

Like a freeze-dried rose
You will never be what you were.
You will never be what you were to me.
But when I listen to the dark I find you there
You embrace me
Like a star
Envelope me

Envelope me

You are my mystery
One mystery
My mystery

My silence solidifies
Until that hollow void erases you,
Erases you
So I can’t feel at all.

But if I never feel again
At least that nothingness will end the painful dream
Of you and me.

I can’t stop dreaming.
You have become my nightmare.

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