This bright night, I fell awake
And saw the stars in the clear blue sky
Kept my eyes closed open, sleep fake
Enterd me into immortality to die
Move over, sun, my moon is late
Yesterday you stole his fate
See, rhyming is easy as pie
Let your mind and heart collide
Even if you lose your sanity
Establish what counts, your vanity!
Prove to me that I need sleep, go on.
[Delirium is bloody bliss.]
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.