Four Hours
flying through a dream
try to grab what's real
it all just spins away
exploding in clouds of confusion
doomed to search the endless voids
never finding what I seek
feel the screams coursing through me
all of those tears left unshed
carbonated emotions
bouncing down a flight of stairs
tighten the cap on my sanity
could this be reality
wake me up from this dream
if only it was just a nightmare
whispers from nowhere
they're speaking without a sound
Copyright © Ashes Lynn Hill | Year Posted 2005
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