Posted September 4, 2009 With a start, I woke up again Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 With a start, I woke up again Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain So I got out of bed, and caught the first train. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 With a start, I woke up again Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain So I got out of bed, and caught the first train But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 With a start, I woke up again Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain So I got out of bed, and caught the first train But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain. It gets louder and louder, inside my brain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 With a start, I woke up again Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain So I got out of bed, and caught the first train But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain. It gets louder and louder, inside my brain 'Til I opened my mouth, wide as a sea is deep, and all my inner insecurities came streaming and pouring out, Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 Because I had no idea, what my dream was about... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 With a start, I woke up again Realising it was a dream, much to my disdain So I got out of bed, and caught the first train But halfway down the journey, I developed a migrain. It gets louder and louder, inside my brain 'Til I opened my mouth, wide as a sea is deep, and all my inner insecurities came streaming and pouring out, Because I had no idea, what my dream was about... I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 4, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 9, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 9, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 10, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, Till there's nothing left inside my soul Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 10, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, Till there's nothing left inside my soul But suddenly I'm hit by a flying lump of coal Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 10, 2009 The words necessary wouldn't leave my mouth. And as the water filled my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out I wondered what these echoes were and what they were about But when going after them, there were no echoes left to rout I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, Till there's nothing left inside my soul But suddenly I'm hit by a flying lump of coal A bump on my head, next to a mole, I finally found my destined role Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 10, 2009 As I fell into a fire; I realise I must stop, drop, and roll. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 11, 2009 As I fell into a fire; I realise I must stop, drop, and roll. Rolling offered no help, so I stopped and dropped into a well's hole Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 11, 2009 All this activity, on my body had a toll Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 11, 2009 All this activity, on my body had a toll Exhausted going down the drain, I ended up on a dirty shoal Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 11, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 11, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 12, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! ” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 12, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! †Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 12, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! ” Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 13, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! †Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted September 13, 2009 On that shoal I found a little Bowl I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hollow ground, and howl Sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming:„ Something here is foul! ” Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins And its motherlessness bows, and flies, away, with the cranes I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain And I'll never see them with you again. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites