Detonation: Paradise
by The Sleeping· from Believe What We Tell You
screaming through ghostly whispers. crying out. breaking through impatiently. puzzled and alone. attempts to hold together are letting go. i have let go. figures scatter the pavement, eyes half closed. breathing turns to shaking. waking me up.
can you wake me up? wake me up before its over.
now clouds scatter with a purpose, black and low. wounded rain consistently, puzzeled and alone. and i cane seem to bare hoping for...
ghosts in the wind.
a white light, deeper than bullet wounds, pulling me close. help, i cant enter. please let me return.