Some pictures from the album in my mind,
I had buried in time, to revive an energy divine,
Have been standing next to me, so close,
Striking a one of a kind, peculiar pose....
A weeping scar, has woken up to ride,
Along the highway, my memories divide,
Scaring are its ways, seems to move faster than sound,
Falling from the skies, black and white images they mount....
Cutting loose from the boundaries I once made,
Soaring, high they walked, to my cries they swayed,
Drying blood in my strings, they smiled again,
Sadistic pleasures to feed, from mine they gain....
Staring out the window, resting pale blue palms,
Forming ripples in the glass, the thunder qualms,
Shivers are stirred and shadows are blurred,
Beating so fast, helplessly my heart purred....
Dusk wins the battle and spread its wings across,
To the road, the ocean and the skies, made it so difficult to cross,
As this would come I knew, for demons once I fed,
Rising from there graves, are my Memories Walking Dead?
I had buried in time, to revive an energy divine,
Have been standing next to me, so close,
Striking a one of a kind, peculiar pose....
A weeping scar, has woken up to ride,
Along the highway, my memories divide,
Scaring are its ways, seems to move faster than sound,
Falling from the skies, black and white images they mount....
Cutting loose from the boundaries I once made,
Soaring, high they walked, to my cries they swayed,
Drying blood in my strings, they smiled again,
Sadistic pleasures to feed, from mine they gain....
Staring out the window, resting pale blue palms,
Forming ripples in the glass, the thunder qualms,
Shivers are stirred and shadows are blurred,
Beating so fast, helplessly my heart purred....
Dusk wins the battle and spread its wings across,
To the road, the ocean and the skies, made it so difficult to cross,
As this would come I knew, for demons once I fed,
Rising from there graves, are my Memories Walking Dead?
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