obliviousxparanoia

Sing me a song, sweetly, so softly and write my name in the clouds. Take me and tell me my muse, say just what is this life all about? Won't you let your very breath be a song and sing it just for me? I need this to save me, my own song is grave and deeply empty. The melody of your heartbeat and the rhythm of your silence is to me a netted cradling and such a joyous happenstance. When in this crumbling charcoal world, the echoes ring what dreams may come, and when I dream, the coloured ghosts are spectres of your breathy hum. See? Entranced and much engulfed are but the only words describing one as destitute as me. Save me wan'dring