kytnism
Bluelight Crew
as i walk the streets of this place that i roam
this place is not my house, it is not my home
i see filth, i see dirt, i see poverty and ruins
i see children dissolved no support or direction
i see adults giving up, no more hope or salvation
so i come inside and i close the door
i don’t have to see whats out there anymore
but whats inside? my sanctuary
a lot of fine furniture and worldly goods
shelves upon shelves of the greatest books
jazz music playing, singing songs to my soul
a yellow bird and two dogs, one that is old
bright coloured blankets and trinkets and things
make up, photo albums and two wedding rings
but where is the love? it lived here once upon a time
i built this sanctuary. it was his and it was mine
we invested everything from our youth ever had
who would have known that our love would turn bad?
so i rebuilt the fort, and i tore down the shutters
i let the light shine through the windows and drove away the clutter
i relit the fire that once burned in the wall
let its warmth fill me up till i could take it no more
i dusted off my books, and read them again
i started to dance and found my soul, my best friend
i bought a new journal to rewrite this story
and i smiled as i scribbled, this is my home; my sanctuary.
...kytnism...
this place is not my house, it is not my home
i see filth, i see dirt, i see poverty and ruins
i see children dissolved no support or direction
i see adults giving up, no more hope or salvation
so i come inside and i close the door
i don’t have to see whats out there anymore
but whats inside? my sanctuary
a lot of fine furniture and worldly goods
shelves upon shelves of the greatest books
jazz music playing, singing songs to my soul
a yellow bird and two dogs, one that is old
bright coloured blankets and trinkets and things
make up, photo albums and two wedding rings
but where is the love? it lived here once upon a time
i built this sanctuary. it was his and it was mine
we invested everything from our youth ever had
who would have known that our love would turn bad?
so i rebuilt the fort, and i tore down the shutters
i let the light shine through the windows and drove away the clutter
i relit the fire that once burned in the wall
let its warmth fill me up till i could take it no more
i dusted off my books, and read them again
i started to dance and found my soul, my best friend
i bought a new journal to rewrite this story
and i smiled as i scribbled, this is my home; my sanctuary.
...kytnism...


