In the soundless time… In the washed out smiles
The bluntness of the moment jabs from inside
Hours to days and days to weeks- suddenly like a sand slipping away
Find a way to rescue me and make everything stay.
Old strings in chaos… Broken, tangled and downy in line..
Scars finally showing on pale skin…
Blood brood the wounds that never heeled with time
This New lease is unlike the older ones I had –
The peace inherited lost somewhere in streets of Bedlam
…in moments when I needed you the most.
Follow me,
Follow the air that flows out the heart
Catch me some day, some hour at some unexpected age.
