Theres a fine line
Between hours
As the silences
In between the lyrics
Reaches to our distraught minds
Maybe if we'd understand
Our eyes wouldn't revolve under the sand
Come with me and focus
On the hours of 3
Never ending
And always sprouting
Trees
With blank memories
Of what we truly were
Blurry and faded
Our bodies sedated
Forced under and castrated
Forced to seether under their
Rules
Between the hours of 3am
And 3pm
We tend to get lost
Stepping meaninglessly
Upon ground with more history
Than than the books will ever speak
To none who remember
Only the ghosts of those
Who used to walk upon the same stone
Maybe one day we will reach
Where both hours meet
Find out the true secrets beyond the
Moon
And the lies behind
The sun
Something more
About why we are here
YOU ARE READING
𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤
PuisiThis book is about a boy and his thoughts, an outcast, escaping through his words of reality, perfect fatality, and disowned by society but found his heart in a lost remedy. 《DISCONTINUED》
