october 28th
Calm the storm for I saw your face the other night
Your face of darkness where nothing exists except existence itself
Your face where the path’s light dims and the decoration becomes skulled
Faulty lines of thought
Draped upon limbs of lost desires
Sometimes i wish the mind could still
Stand still for a moment
While i sat
I spin around
The path your face lights
Becomes distant from the heart for a moment
We fear
I fear
Your face becomes the thing i fear
The face of the end
Of failure
Failure becomes the face i fear tonight
And tomorrow i spin
Around the world
As a full light danced lighter
Round us again
Round us again
Fear becomes distant
Distant
Distant
Distant
Failure becomes distant
When we sit i think.