She hides through life
Hoping one day to awake
at the end, of life's mistake
Theres a sash, draped and dragging
behind the peasantry of the town
As it flutters & falls, and cleans the township's walls
And I'm calling the moon rake on that one
There's a dream within a dream
and its played scene by scene
By the children of men dead of drunkenness
And each word that they spoke
Molding thoughts line prevoke
We awoke to the silence of Nothing.~
In the dankest, potent Dark
We must mold our remarks
As to say whats on your mind
Stands as sinful.
It's a sin to sign
Or create what's in your mind
"You must be blind, to capture the silence"
It's those words that shake
In our souls, rock; none awake
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