2 February 2013
As I wandered through the house that sleeps, I could feel what I'd now become, a silent night again for me, Might as well be deaf and dumb.
The shadows played on my fragile mind, eyes half open or half shut? Asleep or awake, perhaps this was my riddle? A sad and lonely feeling always emanating from my gut!
This air hummed its song, then stabbed with cold, and the wind whistled along to its tune , the nights moon had showed up early, forecasting doom and gloom.
Now the whole cast is performing, you'd believe it all so real, doesn't sight with sound mean reality, I just can't be sure anymore,
Four days, three nights, still no end in sight, my journey somehow still fresh, theres only one thing for certain now, my spirit will dream of the mess.
Tangled Forests • Opuss № I