i am a silent scream;
a taste of what could be.
if only to tarry
in that place i once knew-
then there was a shudder
(she left a trace of blue).
to share that opiate
n’ swim in sweet yester’dream
i am a silent scream;
a taste of what could be.
if only to tarry
in that place i once knew-
then there was a shudder
(she left a trace of blue).
to share that opiate
n’ swim in sweet yester’dream