The five sad senses
He closes his eyes and sees nothing but black
feels not like he's falling, but has already hit the ground
He hears the sound of disjointed echoes
and tastes a staleness that swallowing is powerless to overcome, because its reeking with decay
The sky was never blue,
We were never standing solid on the ground,
The Birds were never chirping because they were never there,
The taste and smell of freshness never touched these senses...
He opens his eyes and its all the same, except for the occasional stimuli of disappointment...
which puts him to sleep...
feels not like he's falling, but has already hit the ground
He hears the sound of disjointed echoes
and tastes a staleness that swallowing is powerless to overcome, because its reeking with decay
The sky was never blue,
We were never standing solid on the ground,
The Birds were never chirping because they were never there,
The taste and smell of freshness never touched these senses...
He opens his eyes and its all the same, except for the occasional stimuli of disappointment...
which puts him to sleep...