from Lithium - Sunday, September 09, 2007
accessed 529 times The product of a midnight glass of wine... Mouths without eyes
Eyes without mouths
The day hides the shadows
That dance behind me at night
When it is dark and nobody sees them
But me.
And the bogey man.
Cry silently, or they will hear
And smother the voice
From your burning chest.
The chest of dreams locked away
Where colour lives
Music sings
And memories remember
Don’t let them take your chest
Or you’ll forget how to cry,
Forget how to laugh,
Sorrow will follow joy.
When the world spins backwards,
You see people’s backs
And doors without keys shut forever.
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