i am sleeping with a stranger
knowing and not moving i'm in danger
of that pain that can slowly creep in
eating away at the soul of this seraphim
danger in bed with this stranger
trying to rise but it feels like some figure
is holding me in place, my heart races
every time i practice my exit speech
this danger is getting the best of me
my music is slowly losing it sound
yet its just too quiet when you're not around.
so i hold onto you.....
1 comment:
that type of fear is so nostalgic to me...but it is something that eventually has to be faced...one way or the other...
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