Life in belleangeles

Beschreibung:

__I am the first
A shadOw at the end
Of the hallway
I spin the carOusel
The laughter recedes away
My finger On your lips
I stOle sOmething preciOus

I am the secOnd
AlOne in a faceless crowd
A human caught
In mOnOchrOme dreams
I scream to wake up
My vOice drOwns deep undergrOund
Only the dead can hear me,
See me

I am the third
A master
A sentinel Of awakeness
I hOld truth like a tOrch
ShadOws flicker befOre me
Rapid eye fOllOw the
Chain of thought
Until the silence ends__