And i see him
Shouting
Loudly
Across my bed
Clinging his hand to mine
My corpse
Still ;yet breathing vigorously
I can recognize the face
The cuddly arms
But i can't obey the rules
Paralyzed...
And i see him...
Scratching his face
Trying to show me...
...a signal
...a slight motion
but i couldn't
and i can't
Since then,
I've walked this bleak road
Looking for the man,
Who once stood above my bed-time fairies
He ; who wanted to embrace my dusty soul
and
Cut these soilent roots
The man who weeped for me
That day.
Pedram / April 10 / 2010
image : Black Spirit ;Don't Let Go
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