Under the covers
Its silence again...
The torture you prescribe.
Rebirthing a thousand voices of
insecurity.
You are near but not close.
Silence enters when everything else has left.
When you are gone.
When you are near but not close.
Silence.
The torture you prescribe.
Rebirthing a thousand voices of
insecurity.
You are near but not close.
Silence enters when everything else has left.
When you are gone.
When you are near but not close.
Silence.