White lines of fear and dark...
Of few dreams that fell apart...
White lines of things near and far...
Meaningless they seem,
But they help you end it all,
Directionless they are,
But you’re not there either,
Infinite but discreet,
Restrained in its limitless boundaries,
Trying to solve your problem,
And lending that wicked helping hand,
White lines of your dreams...
Tearing you apart,
And breaking you to pieces,
Killing you slow,
one bit at a time,
white lines of your dreams…
Every inviting, in it’s own repulsiveness,
Ever seducing in it’s own nefariousness,
White lines of your dreams,
Now you think and realize,
How dependent have you been,
Oblivious to the world,
Eyes closed and floating around,
covering yourself up,
in white lines of your dreams,
No longer can you lie,
on white lines you rely,
not to live, not to dream,
Just to cry, and to scream.
Now the end,
It’s just you, and it’s me,
And there are,
The white lines of your dreams...
