Until The Day
Withering without, withdrawing within
Without wanting; waiting, wallowing.
Red eyes looking toward empty horizons,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of sense.
An inkling of direction.
No glimpse of self, I don't identify as me.
Filtering through the flittering canvas pages
Behind your eyes.
Without wanting; waiting, wallowing.
Red eyes looking toward empty horizons,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of sense.
An inkling of direction.
No glimpse of self, I don't identify as me.
Filtering through the flittering canvas pages
Behind your eyes.


