Thursday, April 28, 2011

That Night

Reliving the same events night after night,
I'm wishing that I could blind my insight,
Considering wrongs and considering right,
Mysterious songs are playing tonight.

Light after light gets flashed in my eyes,
Flying in the skies, the ashes do rise,
Burning the body of lies you have lain
Bandages wiped off don't cover the stain.

Blaming the pain on the dumb and the lame,
Going insane, I'm waiting for rain,
My brain races through all the events of that night,
It's plain in my mind I should turn off the light.


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