That hollow rattling noise
Is another someone's dream
Exhausted wires are ticking
a harmful deafening threat
and electric pupils stare
blank at the painted wall.
I can't listen to this grinding sound anymore,
the chain hissing between my ankles.

Because nobody ever stopped time before
Quite like you did.
Me in your arms,
in a golden valley where
a huge pumping heart swept the
grass in a breeze.

One morning it had disappeared
the scintillating screech of steel
and the bloody mist of all
victims' desires.
Don't send me back there,
I will have to swallow for Eternity
the hard and heavy bullets
of another someone's plans...
rescue me.

'If you do not love,'� they said,
'it cannot slip away...'�

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