Dream -
The Sound...
This land I'll never own
I'll run from my hard timesĀ
Which door is my darkened home?Ā
They hang like a wind chimeĀ
The sound...
The sound is calling meĀ
Clouded senses, I'm free to go
I want to enter a decorated sky
To the devil, I've sold my soulĀ
Into another dimension I'll run and hide
As they hang
The sound...
The sound is calling meĀ
A shadow from the mist slowly appears
Silent my breath
But I'm screamingĀ
My head is numb
Hazy, as I become one with my fears
As they hang
The sound...
The sound is calling me
Dressed in blackĀ
Knock!
Knock!
A silhouette opens a door
Unwilling to walk through
Stirring
Blurry eyes
The sound...
The alarm
I am awake
B R E A T H E !!
Comments
Alarm clocks are way too scared to enter my room. I own hammers.
It's ironic I think, I am an insomniac and sometimes don't sleep until dawn. You might think that means that I disdain sleep. If you wake me before I am ready, however, you will need to be well armed.
Really enjoyed this write Wayne, great stuff.
Nigel.
??? thank you, very true, I like to wake up on my terms nobody else's ā????? excellent comment Nigel ????