The lights still a day that ends
Pain complains of dog barking
The uneasy silence that precedes the dreams
When the world is missing one face to myself
Chills where love and fall tangle
The black which engulfs our faith our laws
This concern deaf flowing in our veins
Who takes us even after the graetest joys
The forgotten faces returning to the load
This worships that dream can live a hundred times
Those reasons that make our arguments are futile
These things within us that we are up late
These enclosed words that one does not tell
The stares that we did not understand
The obvious call, these late lights
These bites to regret engaging in the night
These dignified solitude amid the silence
These tears that flow so peaceful unexplained
These ambitions past but which we think back
As an old chest full of broken toys
These links are secreted and join beings
These escapees desires who will make me worship
Those reasons that make our arguments are futile...
לפני 14 שנים. 1 בינואר 2010 בשעה 8:55