||[Jul. 20th, 2016|11:20 pm]
A note soon to be lost.|
A message soon to be forgotten.
Shadows written on paper forgotten.
Sojourns song left dancing with sharks in the dead lights.
The only thing left is letters in red on paper bleeding with ideas.
Books, words ideas out of fashion.
While we all get sold down the river, and played like a weeping harp.
Ends of notes stubbed while we forget again and again.
The amnesia never ends.