Thursday, July 09, 2009
Surrending to silence
Its been awfully quiet these past few days.
The songs, the faces, the pictures used to be so familiar.
Somehow everything seems so foreign now.
Confused? Lost?
How can i be lost, if i've got nowhere to go.
How can i be lost, in remembrance i relive.
These days drift on inside a fog.
It's thick and suffocating.
This seeking life outside its hell.
Inside intoxicating.
I ran aground, like myself.
Water much to shallow.
Slipping fast down with the ship.
Fading in the shadows.
Now a castaway.
Blame all gone, gone away.
Forgive me. Azmi - Out!
