Something
You are my something, that indefinable thought
The itch I cannot scratch, the memory that never fades
Dreams born from frozen mist
Raindrops on glass sliding to oblivion.
Something that returns from fantasy, claiming existence.
An echo redefined by sound
Words reused that grow too thin
Time taken in nightmares where screaming never ends
That broken light where shadows grow,
Twisting life before it begins.
Hearts are broken where forests burn, trails of ash
Footsteps followed to the edge of time
Where church bells no longer ring.
People cower, sat within, waiting
For their special moment to begin
If you can dream it, you can have it,
you may only have one chance
Don’t let your something pass you by…
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