My tiny little light starts to shake.
Upon a thousands nights my eyes quake.
Didn\'t this already happen?
In this Deja Vu Machine.
Did I say something along these lines?
Did I say something along these nights?
When did the silence seemed to swallow.
All papers like a sentinel past.
Can universes truly converge.
Maybe I am living many lives
and I don\'t know.
My heart burrows
to a dancing Death machine,
look and see. That I am
hollowed and followed.
Inborn and the life I thrown.
Where did the sky do her dance?
When I just follow the scent and
I felt like I have been here many
times but the scenes change
slightly.
A million little sparks,
in a cold core of the art.
When did it begin to strike.
At what I knew as happenstance.
I want to
the coming age.
Like a lightning mage.
Is it all come to pass,
so that I shall ink the
life as it comes, why
does dawn seem so
drawn and cold?
Swallowed my
world
Draw.
Stray,
straw.
Day.
Something more.
But all I feel has
come before.
We awaken but it is the
middle of a dream, but
I have not had them
any longer...so I must
be a changed fantasy.
Still it feels all too familiar.