the symphonies of dreams
that i still long after,
while i hear your shouts and screams
and beg for the life i long for.
scarlet wounds and the over thought,
leave me with broken chairs
in a room long lost and the spirits
that roam, discarded souls bared.
ask me a question and you
can only live for a dream.
ask me for solutions and i
will only ignore your needs.
the tune that you swallow
and the apple that you grab,
leave pictures in frames
that leave lines empty and sad.
ask me not what i can do,
for only cliches can follow.
so ask me nothing,
and sirens blare in fellow.
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