trim - The Dream
My life is bound by past betrayal
I'm inprisoned by yesterdays lies
My eyes has made me broken
I am words
never to be spoken
With sight in blur and hands tight
In a garden drinking poison
following the light
As I lay there shaking
and breathing trembeling
the sun was covered by a dark cloud
the aspen leaf trembles in the wind
and the birds song was lowered to a whisper
to leave room for a darker poetry
the words came from something ancient
like a memory with a soul
words narrating a story
never before been told...
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