Friday, February 17, 2012

Quicksand (Writing #3)

I sense a ringing noise, from the back alley of my mind
This buzz, from an uncertain direction
Collapsing in the midst of vulnerability and helplessness
The only thing solemn is the beating of my heart

You remind me of dark past, an hour past midnight
Living in between the moon and the sun, dawn is alone
Highly intoxicated, counting the stars in your own world
All you've left is yourself

Memories are what I hold, they keep me alive
I close my eyes and I remember the bits of you
Blurring, you're suddenly fading from the image in my mind
I can't seem to grasp anything anymore

The scratching noise of a silver platter,
Reflection of what I saw, a mundane face with no smile
Grey colours today, screaming empty
The ticking sound of the clock, tick tock

Lost in where there's just millions of trees, so high above
You can't climb, you can't run, you can't walk
Sinking in the quicksand, frozen to eternity
Help, you shout out loud.
Please, you whisper.
Please.