Painted on iris lense
Distorting my sight , causing bruises
The lining of my conciseness breaking the frame
Words congest the mouth
Not even hearing what is said
I'm clouded in places where time is standing still .
And I can't escape it
I can't lose it
I write every moment left on this letter
Grasping at what's left
Like sand in an hour glass
Moving quickly yet
Never fading
It's under these lines
Where you live
I lay in my bed
Distorted dreams
I find your smile in
It's midnight
I can't sleep
The band plays a symphony
I'm writing these letters to you
There's something to a theif
Who holds my voice
I am silent
And she writes
I can't hear a word they say
I'm frozen in time
Where you are still alive
Under these lines
You live
Listening : nine inch nails ghost 1 -1
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