Seven Songs, But a trillion tunes. Someone sing me to sleep, Hum a melody for my words. In the resonant silence. And there are only grays. Black is an ideal, An unreachable concept, As intangible as white.
Love is the first sight.
A year and a half, That s what it took For the truest soul of all To creep into my vision. And then I realized, I had never truly seen anything Before I beheld this soul. But never cry. Let the pressure build, Let it press your eyes, Compress your mind, And never let it out. Go mad, Raving red mad and Join the quiet desperation That is our legacy.