sonGs of oTher laNds

Past's present

Breathing heavily, quick gasps
As horror fills the mind and grabs
I stop
My perspective is cracking
The world around me is breaking

Shivering, the cold fingers taps
As they try to figure the new map
Unreliable
Is the heart as I fumble
In my head the sounds start to mumble

Too long have I been distant
A big gap since the day, they taunt
Overwhelming
Is the new flood of terms and numbers
The foreign questions that murders

posted by jessXW @ 12:02 AM