My hands are stained with black ink
I drew my life with that pen.
Nothing seems to sink
not now, not then.
The day is done
and I am gone
with this mellow
flowing song...
Laying back with no breeze to blow my mind away
I sit here in my sanity
not wanting to stay
it feels like an eternity.
Holding hands with my mind
was always pleasant
until I let go
and slowly lost it...
All the words that rested on my tongue
sank into silence.
And right now, right then
I felt a little loveless.
But it's all over now
my eyes are slowly closing
into the night
the dreams start humming.
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