Whats that,
a cold touch against the back of my mind
a chill in the nights hot air
as i sit with my eyes to the black
complete and utter silence
in this room filled of feeling
filled with thougts uncontrolable to ones self
listening to the sound
the sound of silence
as i sit with my eyes to the black
fearing what has come to be
running before i stand
crying before i hurt
bleeding before i'm cut
strange and innocent one might think
to the eye of my beholder
i shall never know
what he has instore for me
as i sit with my eyes to the black.
[ 22 December 2001: Message edited by: cloud 9 ]
a cold touch against the back of my mind
a chill in the nights hot air
as i sit with my eyes to the black
complete and utter silence
in this room filled of feeling
filled with thougts uncontrolable to ones self
listening to the sound
the sound of silence
as i sit with my eyes to the black
fearing what has come to be
running before i stand
crying before i hurt
bleeding before i'm cut
strange and innocent one might think
to the eye of my beholder
i shall never know
what he has instore for me
as i sit with my eyes to the black.
[ 22 December 2001: Message edited by: cloud 9 ]
