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November 12, 2015


No sound bending air.
I breathe alone now and wondering will it always be like this.
There's something in the air.
Now I think I'm scared.
Save me from the monsters under bed.
Save me from a dusty head.
It seems I need someone her to mend and save me from a bitter end.
Want to taste the moon.
I lack transportation.
So is this how I will die?
A fading pulse at hand, no one by my side.
Without a shoulder to hold when I'm older.
No one to take my hand.
Am I less a man?
Ashes and pictures of dreamers and lovers.
Was it happiness?
Did I give up the key to all of this.
Reflect at last.
Regret I can't get past.
Save me…

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