I can hear you now,
Through the screaming silence comes inevitable sound.
‘Wait for me’ the voice that shatters the pressing darkness.
And then it turns back to abnormal silence.
My bedside table is shrinking again,
And the ceiling seems to be closing in.
Hey, Conscience.
Could you cut it out?
Hey, Conscience,
Will you listen to the sound?
I’m now on the verge of self-destruction,
And thinking about it is just pure obstruction.
(You’re messing with) My mind,
You are the ghastliest kind, love, just the worst kind.
I’m never going to sleep again
Darkness, I’ll never crawl in (to your arms)
Which one of us will get the last word?
Is it even worth the wait?
(No, it‘s not. We’re always waiting anyway)
It's a personal experience so you may ar may not understand. It's about a girl staying in a house with her band. Well, this house is haunted, and the writer, who is me in this case, gets freaked out but inspired.So she writes. I need a name, any suggestions? Thanks!
2006-12-08
04:07:14
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