I'M Feeling It Chapter 2: Ancient Times News

I’m getting so bold, yet growing so old… Because of lack of sleep… A deep sleep taken away by the sounds of your weeping moans that creep Inside my bed at night I’m feeling the fire burn in my heart The drums of the mountains grow asunder Fountains of hills douse me with delight and it was all from the start I’m a lamb that’s sent to the filthy slaughter Cursing with vulgarity The urges of cursing come back to stab me in the back Being a friend to enemies wasn’t always an easy task to begin with The cemetery of clover fields… Unwind in my mind’s eye I’m like legos on the ground… Never touched, without a sound I can never quite point a finger at what you said… You blamed me for feeling your unsaid dread… Rooted to the spot of reds, greens and blues… Neglected by a billion views of unsatisfied viewers I am the audience and the performer… What was I to do? Receive your old news?