1/14/16
Leaning in toward the shadows,
Pushing through the evening gloom,
The Sun was down when I left school,
Black Tulle screens over my room,
There are cobwebs crossing over,
My straining eyes will adjust soon,
For now I am eternal,
This swarming hallway'll become my tomb,
I make a mistake turning the light switch,
Up from being switched down,
Things are waiting for me,
Things I thought I had outgrown,
Chorus:
Let me back into the inbetween,
Where everything is writhing and alive,
Let me back into the living thing,
That knows where I can hide,
Let me run along the corridor,
Seeing as far ahead as the distant bend,
It's the tunnel two facing mirrors form,
Just follow it to the end,
Green descends to blacks and blues,
A staircase winds down and down,
Your senses can't be trusted here,
Don't let it hear you frown,
Blood runs cold, and veins run hot,
Things are getting to you,
Keep your cool or you'll find out,
Pourquoi les autres ont couru,
Of course I've brought us too far already,
There's no real way of turning back,
I understand that you are afraid, mes chères,
Mais il est le temp pour l'attaque,
[Chorus]
Let me back into the inbetween,
Where everything is writhing and alive,
Let me back into the living thing,
That knows where I can hide,
Let me run along the corridor,
Seeing as far ahead as the distant bend,
It's the tunnel two facing mirrors form,
Just follow it to the end,
Je suis un petit peu fou,
Mais il n'est pas une problème,
My shaking hands can fabricate histories,
Donc je le regarde comme mon thème,
Quelquefois j'ai les prémonitions,
Comme je t'aimerai ou ta mort,
Fight for me and I'll tell you which,
I hope this doesn't leave you too sore,
[Chorus] softer
Let me back into the inbetween,
Where everything is writhing and alive,
Let me back into the living thing,
That knows where I can hide,
Let me run along the corridor,
Seeing as far ahead as the distant bend,
It's the tunnel two facing mirrors form,
Just follow it to the end,
Let me out of the inbetween,Where everything writhes like it's alive,Lead me back to reality,So I can know I haven't died,Let me run along a corridor,Hard and solid, it echoes,With more than my quivering voice,Hard and solid, echo echo,With more than my quivering voice,Please let me make my own choice.
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2015-2016 Poetry
PoesiaPoetry written during 2015 and 2016 while I was in my Junior & Senior years of high school. I want to preserve it here because I think a lot of it can be better. It is interesting to look back on and be proud of. :)
